The drumroll beating
In your chest isn't steady.
You'll have to go soon,
As of yet, I'm not ready.
Please keep playing
With your lungs as a flute,
Don't let the drum
That's your heart go
Mute.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Surroundings
PoetryAnother book of poetry, maybe slightly more descriptive than the previous one, "A Dark Thought".
