My heart still flutters,
Upon hearing this voice,
Whispering in my ears.
Soft and delicious,
And tempting.
And my cells still sigh.
My thoughts tangling.
And my heart trembles.
I have just learned,
Not to listen to my heart,
As much as before.
YOU ARE READING
The Ink Spilling From My Pen ✔
Poezja* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * The ink that spilled out of my pen formed these poetry. * ** * * * * * * * * * * ** ** * * ** * * ** * ** ** *** ** * * ** * * ** A random poetry collection that spill...
