His love is the moth fluttering in my chest
Bouncing off the walls
It makes me uneasy
It's eating holes in me
Or am I the moth?
Drawn to the flame that burns me
I know I should blow out the flame
Stop burning myself
But without the light
I'm afraid of the dark
I'm afraid without him
I'm afraid there shall be bigger holes in my heart
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Author:
W.R Zelman (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 12th, 2017 05:14
- Category: Love
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Comments5
Comas? Glad you enjoyed it though
nice poem good structure and flow. ww
Love this DTRH
Really good poem
Good write.
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