Yes,
that's what
Death does.
It leaves a
heartache
and a
human-shape hole
in your heart
that no
one can heal.
Not even
time.
YOU ARE READING
The Echo Of Inner Voices
PoetryNope. Na-ah. Don't read this. This is just a silly writing prompts out of despair, loneliness, anger, joy, self-love and so on. It means, these are just random thoughts that popped in my noggin and I don't want to bore you, but I also hit "Publish"...
Death
Yes,
that's what
Death does.
It leaves a
heartache
and a
human-shape hole
in your heart
that no
one can heal.
Not even
time.
