Each time you make my heart thump,
it also cracks;
leaking more and more.
YOU ARE READING
My Last Thoughts Of You
PoetryMy day keeps leaving me. My time keeps flying pass me. And with it are my memories, that fade as I keep welcoming new seconds and minutes into my life. As I walk out the doors at the end of the day, finally, it'll be my last thoughts of you.
Drain Me
Each time you make my heart thump,
it also cracks;
leaking more and more.
