The profound beauty lying in the eyes could tear down any shape of a man's heart,
But blood spilled was too deep a cost for the pardone of a once love filled soul.
better to have loved and lost added no wealth to a vaulted heart
how could this be.
the undertaking of the beautifully written love story
the sadness imbedded in a half smile and awkward stare froze the picture.
the weight of piled sorrows could break the hard exterior put on for the public.
everyday finding it almost impossible to carry on
the lack of caring was chased away by the fear of never being understood and standing alone.
known to the outside looking in as being strong, but like sheltered children she kept it all in.
If only she had a one true friend...
Royale jones
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My Mona Lisa
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hymnagen says: Beautiful imagery! Very well crafted. Thnx 4 sharing |
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twistedbeauty says: this is a very beautiful piece |
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royale jones says: thank ya'll for the read and the love |
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2b2b2 says: Superb....Bravo |
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