With his eyes as green as the forest trees,
he had had secret hidden far beneath,
the only thing he allowed himself to relieve,
was the steady sound of his heartbeat.
As I walked into the forest in his eyes,
all I found was lies,
but I did not know that it was only a poor disguise,
to keep what's left of his broken heart alive.
- endless_styles (She got the inspiration for this from my book; Casanova!)
YOU ARE READING
Poems
Poetry"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die." - This book will contain all of my favorite poems. None of them are mine, so I am not taking credit for any of them. However, if I decide to write a poem, and post it here then I will write my...
