I press the pillow tightly
Against my chest
In order to get a grip
On my reckless heart rate.
The heart rate that often
Chokes me down.
You look at me, worried,
With questioning eyes...
Confused, curious.
I am only able to smile,
Smile, smile, smile -
With all my might,
To convey the words,
"I'll keep on breathing.
I promise, Love".
For I nurture the irresistible
Urge to make a trip with you,
Even if the destination
Is Nowhere.
For I crave to watch
A neon aurora with you,
Even if you set a voyage
With Sun, later.
For I need you to mess with
The wine red paint on my lips,
Even if that makes me lose
A chunk of my existence to you.
I can't lose to the world, though.
"I'll keep on breathing.
I promise, Love".
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Remainders
PoesíaA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
