Love is all that
A tender soul can think of ;
That she feels at her heart
When lying alone,
That she felt, in deep
When sadness swallowed her.
I don't see my desired love
In your eyes.
I felt so beaten.
As if,
My admiration for you died
Long ago .
The hollowness filled it up.
Now we are indifferent -
To each other's need, Now
We don't let our hearts to speak.
That's the end, of all.
Things fall apart.
Now let 's break it up-
That's good for two of us.
(That's only a bad kind of poetry I wrote,)
YOU ARE READING
My heart's content
Poetrya short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
