The Many Faces Of June
His heart was broken a few times before
Promised not to love again, shut himself out
Found peace in solitude, in his four-walled sanctum.
Made music out of misery
Painted pictures of atonement
His ink bled no second chances
Stone cold heart, reeks of loneliness
Conquered by defiance
Solemn face, aged by pride.
Poet: A writer with no name