Aches of Heart
Who doesn't feel your purse
A rich yet poorly managed cat
Hidding it's feaces in heads
Who just wish to find 'true love' as they call
Oh monster
You tear me down with a fingerprint
Size my head to the decays of my being
Shape words and cloud fears
Sending hot drops as they going gets tough
I know you
I have felt you
But I still want you
Who is the 'God of heart's?
Can we ever triumph fully?
Tell me yours
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
