~•~
Failed to Burn the beauty in her
But succeeded
in blazing the beast in her.
Forgetting that no human can handle
Fire.
Only monsters can.
Love turned to be foreign to her language
Her Feelings were still,
as waters in the river not moving but screaming of soothing
sounds
Till she found another one of your kind
Yet different from yourself.
He was groping for a princess but mistakenly found her
A sunflower which bloomed in a thunderous storm.
Though it shall not grand any rainbow
In the absence of the sun.
~•~
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...
