A heart beats in a frantic way.
Ache surging through.
It pumps blood as if it's running out,
sending a tingling sensation.
Shots of little pain immersed.
Sound of plea still haven't fascinated.
Yet clutched unto her chest,
praying it will go away,
and that the heart stays longer.
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
