Millions of people say "follow your heart"
But why I always end up with a broken heart
I'm like an abstract art
It's only you who can understand its parts
Now I know I'm a fool
To let this stupid feeling last
So tell me,
Where to start and how to leave the past?
'Cause I don't know how to
Fix this broken heart
Still hoping you'd be erased in this mind
And heart.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
