Kind Of
There is a kind of...
Twinkling in my throat,
Each time I write ballads...
About your heart.
Seems like! my heart races to my throat,
It makes me confuse each moment,
Thinking! About my ballads,
Should I share them?
Or hide them away from your eyes.
A kind of feeling,
Maybe I become too proud,
More than I can't comprehend,
But it arrives every time...
I address your heart.
Copyright © Siham Aka | Year Posted 2023
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