Poems from esmeraldas2
I am artistic and bold. I wonder how musicians create delightful harmonies and melodies. I hear the twinkling of stars that shine so...
Each day that passes by Keeps getting worse and I'll get tired Of everything eventually.
You simply used me, And I simply Fell apart, Knowing that My heart became Less worthy.
Maybe if I stop believing, I'll stop hurting.
No, This heart didn't give up, It just got tired Of trying to heal itself.