My heart is alive,
fluttering on its own
my face is blank
devoid of any emotion.
My cheeks turn rosy,
my smile winks teeth,
my eyes turn bright,
and my hands run wild.
I run my fingers,
across his soft, brown hair,
he holds me close,
close that I can feel his breath.
He leans inwards
to take my lips
i close my eyes
and wake from sleep
I sigh in defeat
as I go to the mirror
And tell myself
that he is held away by a barrier.
He is blanketed by hatred
surrounded by bitterness
and all I can give him
is my love and tenderness.
He took my heart away,
it is rightfully his
and now I'm thoroughly distraught
as my heart, now his,
has gone astray.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe 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]