I might have let the wind,
Break that branch.
Let those leaves quiver in cold.
I might have been the reckless,
Who loved you alot
The same reckless who broke your heart.
But the only wish I hold deep down, right now,
Is to allow the spring to love you hard,
All your roots and all your parts,
Maybe it makes me glad to see its breeze,
Playing with you gently
Kissing your lips softly,
Will love you more genuinely than I ever did.
YOU ARE READING
BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
