Touching my chest to check my heartbeat
I'm addicted to you like a bad habit
Drinking bottle of alcohol to ease my aching
I've got heartache cause of your shitty things
You made me like you all I wanted
Smiled bitterly flashbacks when we started
Heart is finally tired of screaming
Bridge was burned, my feelings are fading
You hold my hand and I drop it
Heavy breath, confessed what I felt
You show your poker face, you don't do something
I said "I'm setting you free" left you without any looking
@Zen
Neve Manunulat
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Poiesis
ŞiirPoiesis is a derivative word for poetry that means "to make". This book contains poetries by the wordsmith that conjure meanings rather than a prosaic outward meaning.
