Oh darling I'm never mad at you.
I'm mad at my heart for forgiving you
Even when you hurt me.
I'm mad at my mind for not being able to
Erase you off my memories,
I'm mad at my eyes for deceiving me of beholding an angel,
I'm mad at myself for staying even when I knew I should have left,
Yet I'm happy.
Happy that you left me for the weather and I moved on for the better.
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Portraits of her heart
PoésieTo 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...
