His hands are tangled in her hair,
With her head on his chest.
His heartbeat fills her world,
Until nothing exists but him and her.
A picture of young love.
She's not there.
Not in that room,
Not in her mind.
All she can think about,
Is the crushing pressure on her chest
Every time she tries to take a breath,
And how it hurts.
Oh god, does it hurt.
-"I wish I could talk to you"
-Mel 🖤
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoetryThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
