My heart is beating,
a consistent drum,
to which I sing to,
to which I hum.
My heart is beating,
to our every greeting,
to our every meeting,
to our every fleeting.
Thump, thump!
it cries,
Thump, thump!
I sigh.
I wish you would see me,
with my own eyes.
Eyes that see you
with a special kind of light.
My heart is beating,
a consistent drum,
to which I sing to,
to which I hum.
My heart is beating,
to our every greeting,
to our every meeting,
to our every fleeting.
Oh, how I wish you saw me,
with the same beating heart,
the same leering eyes,
with the same flying feelings.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
