Its happening,
Every sound disappears, but my heart beat.
The only voice that spins in my head,
Maybe an arrow was shot, I couldn't
Retreat
Can't pull the arrow out,
Its better when it beats in pain.
Than bleeding to death,
I don't want to die, not again.
Why every beat makes me anxious ?
Maybe because it may stop.
And maybe because,
I will bleed till the last drop.
Don't disappoint me Heart,
Don't leave me now.
Crucial, you are.
I can't allow.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
