the clock ticking upon the wall
synchronises as my heartbeats fall
shallow breaths pierce the nighttime quiet
while the thoughts in my brain are starting a riot
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
lets talk with our eyes and kiss with our souls
the clock ticking upon the wall
synchronises as my heartbeats fall
shallow breaths pierce the nighttime quiet
while the thoughts in my brain are starting a riot
