the tightness in my chest like
tendrils of smoke
gripping, vice-like,
crushing the weak thrumming
heart of mine;
Pulsating beats
that echo memories of sunshine
and laughter
drowning
in the rotting of my insides.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
ŞiirThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
