hurdling through the woods
crawling slowly in my dreams
he ripped the skin off
my chest and devoured the
little thing beating inside
burning on low flames
i stood there in silence
staring him destroying that
tiny element which made me his~
unaware that it's not
just the mere heart
but all the cells of my body
are entitled to only him~
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Melancholy Thistle
PoetryUntil its time, For my stardusts to be free again Would you allow my soul to take shelter in yours ? Some poetries for y'all.🦋 Started: 17/07/2021
