You think I'm a delicate bag of bones,
Soft and extra sensitive
But the hurt usually pours from this irony,
My softness hurts you,
My elastic heart breaks your soul
And my warmth keeps you cold once I'm gone.
And there you go
Searching for me
Here and there
And everywhere
When I'm actually nowhere but in you.
Place your hand on your heart
Do you see it shaking from tiny vibrations?
That's where you can find me
For I'm always there..
Breathing in You.
YOU ARE READING
BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
