And when all other senses blur I can see
Your face
Faded and fading
I can hear the sound of my heartbeat
Its like your voice a monotonous lullaby
Its weak
It skips a beat
This heart is tired of going on
Working unstopping since it was formed
You only gave it extra work
First it beat louder
Then slowed to replace
The constant ache
That you left
Sometimes I close my eyes
And pretend everything is alright
I can listen to the newly mated lovebirds
And the streams of laughter
In a cafe
Admist the never stopping
Crowd of thoughts running through my head
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
