by Chatty Owl

Drifted hearts
beat to a rhythm
of a whistling wind –
not in tune,
making noise all the same.
like red pulsating clots
bleed their way
into the stream of my life,

poisoning me from the inside
with absolute sadness
and rusty devastation.
My tears taste of you,
when they run
down my cheeks
wet my lips
with a never-tasted kiss.
I’ve never met you,
my thoughts belong to you.


4 Comments to “Drifted”

  1. really enjoyed this Chatty… “with absolute sadness and rusty devastation” well chosen words

  2. the power of thoughts can seal our fate, excellent !

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