She may be a liar,
She may be rude.
That's who she is.
She may cry every time you laugh at her messy hair,
She laugh every time you snap at her ,
That's what she does.
Call her weak,
Call her a freak,
But part of her is sweet.
Part of her loves you!
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoetryTo all poet enthusiasts, well this is for you. This lovely book is a third person narrative, and yes it's full of poetry whereby you find romance, somber, melancholy, hurt, ecstasy, love, affection, fondness, remorse and a whole lot more. So please...
