Beating
There's no more time
Everything burned up
Like sandpaper against my heart
Beating
Watching you
Eyes not meant for me
You're not mine anymore
Beating
Soon it will be done
It will all be gone,
When it breaks,
The beating will be over
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of My Heart
Poetry"Words. The only way I can communicate with you. If I told you, what was really in my heart, you would run. Afraid of how I've changed. Afraid of who I've become. Afraid of the real me. So I talk to you, through the only possible way. Words."
