That Wound
I'll leave my heart here
With muted whispers,buried sunshine
and arrow wounds
I can still feel the astronomic breeze in my
head; desperate.gentle.
Where do I find my place?
Among those endless daydreams and 90s portraits
Who am I being among them?
A warrior queen? or a thirsty ached soldier?
I'll leave my heart here
With cheeky scars,and with silly grin
They all know it
They all know the way it hurts
Still, beyond and above anything
They knows
I've got moonlight above me,and
fresh roses by my side
Copyright © Aflah Haque Towa | Year Posted 2021
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