{stage two}
PLEDGED.
"Never again," I swore to myself.
You listened to every word I said. It was after midnight, the time where all the good conversations are enunciated.
I poured my hearts out; I cried;
I plead for a better tomorrow.
You stayed; you listened; you comforted.
You were patient with all my complaints and you were vigilant with my heart which was completely shattered, caused by an insensitive boy.
"You swear to never fall in love again?" your voice full of disbelief.
"Not at this age, no."
"He really fucked up, didn't he?"
"He did."
JE LEEST
From The Bottom Of My Heart: Gone With the Wind (Poetry)
PoëzieJust a little glimpse of how I live my life. Written in a form of poetry. I started to wonder and I still was when I wrote those first few lines. As I continue to write, an idea; a theory slowly crept into my mind. What if this is the real me? All...
