The way my heart beats,
For you,
So erratically.
Through my chest,
I can feel the,
Love,
Pain,
And regrets.
Through every breath.
And sometimes I catch my words,
Slipping slowly,
Stuck in my chest.
I wish I had a voice.
Yet I let you walk by,
To the beat of your own drum.
The drum that matches my heartbeats.
Bum,
Bum,
Bum.
I wish that I could tell you.
The way my chests beats.
Pat,
Pat,
Pat.
When you're in my presence.
The way my heart beats for you,
Craving your very essence.
I wonder if,
You can feel the vibrations,
Coming from my chest?
If you laid your barehands over my heart,
X marks the spot.
You would feel the,
Love,
Pain,
Regrets.
Through every breathe.
You would feel the,
Words slipping slowly down my neck.
I guess,
My voice will forever be stuck in my chest.
With you never having a second guess.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
