For years, I took for granted
The sound of your heartbeat.
The sound that kept you alive.
Until all I heard was nothing
When I pressed my ear to your chest.
When I put my fingers to your neck,
I felt nothing, and it killed me.
Only, my heartbeat didn't stop.
Though, how I wish it did.
So, while you're hanging,
And I feel like I'm dying,
I just hope that this mistake
Isn't made by anyone else.
The mistake of taking that
Faint sound for granted
Until all you ever want
Is to listen to that rhythmic beat
Until the sound of their heartbeat,
The sound that kept you alive,
The sound that you realize
Had subconsciously become
Music to your ears,
Had simply, in a matter of seconds,
Turned to nothing.
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Fragments Of A Broken Mind
PoetryJust a collaboration of all my poetry. They're all pretty sad, though. So, if you're looking for something to cheer you up, this ain't it. Don't forget to leave your feedback :)) And vote, please. Helps me know you liked it. And I'm kinda insecure...
