I saw you in the
crowd— feels
like a dream—
seeing you in dim.
The beat of my
heart suddenly
change.
With a beam on
my face, I ran
towards you.
Then again, the
pounding changed
its beating— like
I was being wooshed
by a scary kiltten.
On the way to
my bustle, I froze
in the middle.
Your voice touched
my ear— how soothing
but it's killing.
When you happily
bidden a woman's name.
You shouted her but I'm me.
YOU ARE READING
Just Her Thoughts
PoetryClouds of thoughts; Some of these piece were posted on Just Poetry and Arts- just in case, some of you might wonder.
