Tiny tingling in my arm
Slightest pounding in my heart
Nothing heard, nothing uttered
No real words, only whispers
Inaudible thoughts, withheld
Alive but barely throbbing
Aching, sobbing to stream forth
Truly all that remains
Is but one simple question
Will I restrain these thoughts forever?
Or learn to let fly this song in my soul?
YOU ARE READING
Melodies and memories
PuisiMy beautiful childhood, is --like all childhoods--much too short. Hopefully my way too long poems will make up for it! ;)
