Warm tears fell

As rivers flow

While this heart calls

For peace below


Time was an enemy

In our eyes

Who changed me

Too late to realize


That our beginning

Was our end

So no more hurting

These wounds must




None of us are to blame for what happened between us. Only fate can make accusations.

*Picture from Pinterest*


Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.