Poetry

Her Heart Got Stolen By A Heart Robber 
Her Ear If Filled With Good Words 
Promises Of Material Things Wont Let Her Go But To Hold Her Down 
Her Body Is Filled With Care And She Is Loving It.. 
She's Breathtaking But So Much More 
She Walks In The Room And Dine Like Queen 
She's Living A Good Life And The Soul Is Crying ..... 
When Every Nite In My Dream
 I Saw Her Crying

Wanting to Leave The Room And Calling Out For My Name To Help... It Just Not Fair 
And It's Tearing Me Apart 
Cuz Sh's Just Another Priceless Work Of Art 
In His Gallery 
But How Will I Convince Her To Leave