#WritcoPoemPrompt121
Your notes,
Are the only things I have,
The words are like melodies that float(s),
But the letters sometimes misbehave.
War rises in head about your love for me,
Your frankness to hurt me asks me the question whom I sold my heart?
My heart says me not to love you but the man inside me only knows to love you in this vast endless universe,
he has no one except you
I am poor but rich with your love.
© Sagnik Pal.(Black Poison)