Something Undefined
Tugs of heart strings, as if pulled by a puppeteer
Knowing the sweet spots, understanding the weakness.
Each string pulled to no extent, looser, looser, then snapping,
That is me right now, snapping under the strain,
The strain of longing for something undefined.
A helpless shout into the dark, hoping for a reply, but getting none.
Waiting for a respond, for someone, anyone to hear you.
Each flutter of the heart, each pounding of your head,
Remind you of what is unreachable, what is untouchable.
Attempts to reach what is too far, and not even falling.
Reaching, reaching. Tugging, tugging, then like the strings, breaking.
Breaking, my heart wanting, wanting something undefined.
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FYI, I changed my username, now I am @Winters_Wonders! :) This poem is really close to my heart, so enjoy!
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