He sees sunshine through the storm of her orbs.
Whether to stay or walk away, he argues with his heart.
But it's hard to stay then painful to leave.
He had tripped a
countless of times, but never even once came a thought of him falling for
love.
She was a mind grabber, soul snatcher that he had noticed.
It costs neither a penny to cut a human out of ones life. But,
What will it cost to take one out of your mind?
Rarely possible.
She would tell him with her truthful painted lips, to leave her life and never of to glee back.
Only
what she wouldn't
was of to tell him to get out of her deceiving mind.
You don't deserve each other what they'd whisper to the boy's ears.
As though you'd ever find a thornless rose.
Surprisingly,
Of all the flowers in the garden he still chose a rose.
He saw beauty in the eyes of the beast. Fairies called it a tale, but he called it love.
YOU ARE READING
Portraits of her heart
PoesíaTo 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...
