Her mouth feels so dry.
She should've known better than to cry.
Her eyes are searching for a sign.
Anything that will make her walk back on line.
Humming her fight song,
She never found their broken bond.
All she found was a darkness so strong,
Shocking her into forgetting the lyrics of her song.
Her baby walked away,
Taking all her love with him,
He left her with shattered dreams and a hopeless pray.
Where neither would come true,
So her vacant eyes turned a shade of grim.
Her mouth feels so dry.
She never got a chance to ask him 'why'.
YOU ARE READING
The Rise of A Beating Heart
PoetryA Book filled with poems sewed by my deepest feelings. It's when I began to live for what I write and write what makes me feel alive. The Rise of A Beating Heart is where I exist in each and every line.
