*ThugLuv Challenge- A Pic Is Worth A Thousand Words*

She was a poet,(( and for him))--her words could move mountains...
She once said, "my heart flows freely from my pen."

Kisses riding on verbs, intimacy wrapped in metaphors
Love captured in concepts...And he only wanted …to be hers.

But like her thoughts, she was fleeting
Said her poetry would keep moving
As long as her heart keeps beating.
Upon leaving, left him her pen “to remember me”.
And in desperately trying to re-write she-- he gripped it so tightly..
Then when it exploded, he cried –
‘cuz with that pen --- his hope had died
and he was left, with nothing….
Just a broken heart and ink stained hands.