Maybe tonight is
one of those moonless nights
spent on dark abyss summoning
the ghost of
a long lost lover
of whom once
held me captive in a cold dungeon
beneath his frail ribs
and how his breathes
had become
a necessity to my lungs
next
to the decaying brays of
my wild heart
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Heartland
PoetryShe reigns her heart , a chaotic kingdom, a sacred land. 'Poems find you , let it be' - Nayirrah Waheed
