Listen
If you, my dear
are to set
your head
upon my chest and
carefully listen
I swear, you will pick up
a whisper
'neath
my thundering
heart beatings;
a name, your name.
Giving the tiny
drummers
on my heart
a reason
to never stop
playing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Madness
PoetryThe Lonely Poet Love Letters to the wolf princess in blue Him and Her I write to pour out my feelings and my imaginations some of my poems may not make sense, but what is "sense" really? This is beautiful madness. Enjoy. Or Not. Victor Forna
