~•~
Your song is a repeat,
Of your rhythmical heartbeat,
Which keeps dancing onto my heartstrings,
And though you're gone,
I ain't incomplete,
Since I've died along,
With your decayed Heartbeat.
~•~
YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
