[11 February, 2020]
4:09 Pm
P.S Yet another random poetry.
Based on one of the countless,
Dark, memories one makes,
When hurt.
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As if clenched in a demon's claw,
My heart wails loudly.
Every single wail,
Implying agony.
Little whimpers,
That no one else,
Apart from me,
Can hear.
How torturous,
To suffer alone.
How violent,
To ignore.
It bleeds at times,
Drenching my skin,
With blood,
That stick onto me,
Like unspeakable sins.
Causing my tears to flow,
Like a river rushing down,
A narrow path,
Out of control.
And so my heart cries.
It wails and it bleeds.
And yet no one else,
Apart from me,
Sense it's grief.
YOU ARE READING
Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
