eyes watched the world, our minds
shed snakeskin sentiments
peeling pink, psychedelic;
pulsating crimson drums
of feathered tickers like those
of fickle hearts: Mortal flesh, forever
afraid, unmoving and
disguised
YOU ARE READING
When The Heart Whispers
PoetryThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
