I wrote a book for him;
Yet he wanted
Not I but
A different heroine.
I wrote about his charm
And wit and courage;
About the brown of his eyes
And their tender warmth.
I wrote about my love
In the words I know;
They describe the man
I will never have.
I wrote about many things,
Especially about him;
Now I write with nothing
But a broken heart and a pen.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Written Constellations
PoesíaA constellation of prose, poetry, and verses spun together for a galaxy of love, life, heartache, and hope.
