Words fail, I gasp for air
I could love so much?
People say my words bring tears
Is it true? I wonder!
I suppose it is, as the scars
Of loneliness still lie hidden
Somewhere deep down my heart
That was broken, played with
Crushed and tormented in hell.
I am not perfect, but the little care I show
Is genuine and from every cell
That proliferates in my living self.
YOU ARE READING
Expecto Patronum
PoetryWhen my words lost their way, My pen gave them a path! Every poem belongs to me and any form of copying or plagiarism will not be taken lightly. #46 in Poetry (27/08/16) #27 in Poetry (28/08/16) #10 in What's Hot (16/05/16)
