The fear of love is real and raw, A trauma that still leaves a painful gnaw, The thought of opening up once more, Is a daunting task that makes you unsure.
By Vhea Villena3 years ago in Poets
She trusted the angels with her heart, Believing they would never tear it apart, But their promise was a lie, And their actions made her heart cry.
She, the creator of a world, In a realm of propitious peace, Where ancient tomes are tightly furled, And knowledge never seems to cease.
