She was sitting there wearing her maudlin heart
With those memories of
stolen moments with you in the dark
Blissful and chaotic
Encompassing time and space
It was so beautiful
It was something like grace
Every tear she shed
Was a memory that she didn't want to lose
But she had to because her heart is in a noose
They say hers was tragic
But all she remembers were magic.
— September 1, 2020
— night time
YOU ARE READING
Heart Beat
RandomThese are my poems. Some are new but most of it I've written a few years back. Some pages will be filled with my random thoughts, musings and ramblings. Thanks for giving this oddly written words a go.
