you taste
my heart
with your tongue
pulsating beats
to a cadence
"normal people
throw it away,"
but you
savour it
like it were sweet
dulcet triumphs
and not coal
and charred
remains,languished
of love and life
oh, why you insist
I don't know
I want not you
to know dying fire
or become seasoned
with the
sour and bitter
leave it be
leave it be
taste not
my heart today
nor tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoésieThe 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]
