Her heart,
Tender and soft,
I fell into it.
Sunk, so deep in,
Got deep absorbed.
Her walls were,
Slippery.
A grip was,
Unnecessary.
Engulfed, deeper,
Deeply cutting.
Bled with love,
Flooded heart.
I drowned, died,
Burried me,
In her heart.
Placed a rose,
My soul rose,
She kissed it.
Undoubtedly,
My soul, in Her,
Will forever,
R.I.P!
"Died In Her Heart"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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