She whispered to herself
She was over him even when she knew
her heart lingered all of him.
She would hold back her arms
Yet in her head she'd undress him
Whispers of I Love You uttered
Under the moon
My wonders were if they even
meant those words.
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...
