Words hurt, words hurt
they burn the mind
/ with ashes
and cold nights
dreams burning in between the
strands of lost hopes
/ and w a v e s that
c r a s h e s
b u r n s
my heart or maybe soul
It's h u r t i n g
and I'm listening
calmly,
peacefully,
mindlessly.
YOU ARE READING
[of dreams and galaxies]
PoetryIt's about ache, heart ache. Like turning every sad heartbeat into something tragic.