And... and... and...
Typing furiously
Keys, being tapped a million miles per hour
Sweat, rolling down her back
Pressure, weighing down her mind
And... and... and...
Crying hysterically
Anxiety, ripping him apart
Pieces, floating away
Gasps of air, blooming and wilting
And... and... and...
Blood flowing
Heavy breathing, filling the air
Heart, mind and soul
Love, coming and going
And... and... and...
And what?
What now?
What else?
Who?
Here?
Me?
You?
No
Us
1:10 AM
YOU ARE READING
Pandemonium Poetry;
PoetryWith a description, there's no fatal correction So sit back as I read you songs of my direction With a hopeful heart, I do so pray That you take these poems and mentally put them on display The art form of writing is just so exceeding It's somethin...
