There are nights where
my lungs feel constricted,
so much that I feel the need
to reach out for air to breathe,
where my tears are suffocating,
my emotions irrational
and deprecating.
On nights like these
my lonely heart weeps
for a mere touch
upon my cheek,
for soft spoken words
of comfort,
to feel the steady beat
of your heart
setting my rapid one
at ease.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
