I just did the most daring thing
Heart pumping,veins thickening.
Chest contractions going to space and back
I wait for her reply
As I opened it, Hearts leashed
Cheeks closer to the ears
I read in anticipation
A cloud of foul and expected emotions cover me.
A dark spear from all those Hearts approaches.
The Hearts are turning pitch black.
It's a no.
The spear finally reaches it destination and spills all the splendor contents of my being.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Infusions.
PoetryPoetry has no definition, cause if you defining it you are then limiting it.
