Blooming deep inside my chest
warm, ever-beating love
Never able to sit and rest
Relentless as a fleeing dove
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
PoesíaSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
