Her heart song plays on He’s tone deaf to her music A futile love dies
a writer is not the one to upset because we slay with our words
His heart. Numb and Cold My Heart Blazing Wild. Full Flames. The Seasons Collide
When I write, my mind and my heart just let it flow. Then my voice is heard.
Tell me why, it’s been Two years and I still get shy When I look at you💛
To walk away is To love yourself more than the One loved is willing
A poem about her which was really about me the same. Yet, Different.