My playground of a heart.
How childish it sounds but how great it feels
To play with feelings, but when the time comes you must leave.
How we would have so much fun and joy that time becomes non-existent and everyone else blurs.
Then, eventually, I'll tremble, trip and graze my knee.
Crying, tears stinging my eyes, blood pricking, shouting out for my mummy.
But she's not here.
And you need to leave.
Alone, with my playground of a heart.
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Afternoon Thoughts
PoetryHer head felt light in that moment, She felt as if was drunk on starlight, Her bare toes grazing dewy grass, Breathing in the sweet scent that was finally her.
