Cold, Empty Heart

My love is no more

My lover was not poor

In old times

That’s what they thought

All that mattered

Was of that that could be bought

One’s whose heart is cold as ice

Hardly cares about any price

So for those with cold empty hearts

When boy bows out and rips you to parts

Go to the nearest market

And park it.

Reviews

[Inspiring Writer]

A touchable write that ripped my heart ... at heart. An excellent job done by 'Olivia Angel' Once again with her deep thought which's converted into her scented words with hear scented soul. I'm really enjoying your writes, i just logged in today again and planned to read some stuffs .. so am i. I loved his write indeed from the heart, it's even written from the heart of coldness, from the heart of love, from the depth of soul and of course from the smile of the 'Olivia'. Great job.