:: Silent tingles to a roar
is how emotions take their form,
gushing through every limb,
every vein,
every fluent stream,
and as it nears the heart,
the sheer depth of its intensity
sends an arrow spearing through it's fragile bits,
covering all the right curves
and filling all the empty spaces,
clenching the heart with its perennial vines,
and that's when it becomes crystal clear
how love molds
an emotionless rock
into a blissfully pleasant stream
for a special someone
to call home. ::
YOU ARE READING
Rivulets of my thoughts
PoetrySome one once said, "It's okay to cry when there's too much on your mind, as the clouds rain too when things get heavy"; but that's not really an option I can embrace, so instead I seep them into words before they get eddy.
