As the blood, drips from my heart.
I couldnt help, but play my harp.
Played a song, that you once loved.
And now its a weapon, and just as long.
Its harmony, and rhythm, still the same.
But only one difference, it causes more pain.
And we all think, love is just a game..
But its so much more, the more you gain.
YOU ARE READING
Deep, lovely, poetry..
PoetryThis is where all my deep, hard, loved, anytype of emotional feeling, in a form of poems, will go.
