My heart was once a garden of roses
blooming with love
You were the sun that shone upon it
you were as beautiful as a cove
You were my spring
But you left me in the cold
You left me like leaves leave the tree
In the autumn swing
You took away the warmth and light
You left me alone to wither and die
Now my heart is a barren land
Losing the capacity to bear roses
Only thorns and weeds remain
Cutting and choking me
Reminding me of horrible choices
I never saw the seeds before sowing
I was haunting my peace with your drawing
Burnt the portrait
So that I can never see that face again
BINABASA MO ANG
Lovelorn
PoetryLovelorn-unhappy because of unrequited love. There's something about love no matter how much of a heartbreak it gives you, you still fall in love again, and then it turns out to be the same another heartbreak and you feel this is the end. But it's n...
