She's been hurt countlessly.
She's been cut deeply.
She has sobbed an ocean.
She longed someone who'd
Kiss her scars passionately
And whisper to her ears;
I'm here now.
Till a time she couldn't no
More.
She wore her scars like her
Wings.
Held her head high
And flew away in blue skies
Like a free butterfly.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PuisiTo 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...
