I want your heart to feel like on fire,
feeling like its tearing apart,
one by one, piece by piece.
Thinking that a blanket can endure it,
that a drop of water will make it less scarier,
but nothing, no one, can even get close to it.
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Unspoken Words
RandomIt's not a poem. It's a words that running around the space in my head. They want to get away but I never let them. So just now, I make a little hole on it and they run as fast as the air catching up with.
