You have a way with words
That leaves me without them.
#iamfa
He handed her
Some of her broken pieces
To return
She refused.
For these missing parts
Will always be a reminder
To never go back.
My little scrap book
May carry parts of you
But they remain pieces of litter
And litter is always meant
To be thrown away.
When a bank only gives out a penny
To a man who already had money.
There will be a time
Where your heart
Will split into three
But then you'll find
That you'll love me
More than love itself.
Love,
Poetry
He revived me....
Took away my pain..
Just to kill me..
All over again.
She could never love
So how could she love a writer?
It's like asking a blind man
If the room should be brighter?
I'm a fighter
I almost never give up
But at times
I have to force myself to stop
Because no matter
How hard I try to fix it
Some things are meant to be
Not to be.
What if all the 'what ifs'
actually happen?
I'll tell you...
Introduce yourselves to
'So what'.
It is always the quiet ones
Their hearts they seal
And ones they speak
The truth they reveal...(tbc)
