You know it’s true…

Her story is a feeling of rhythmic contraction
Rushing adrenalin through the trace of veins.

Her heart gives out hope
Between her lungs.
Her throbbing sounds…

You’ve got to believe
I can’t see them coming down my face,
But deep down
I’m making this poem cry.

It cries.
This song cries. Believe it
Coz I can’t see them coming down my eyes.
Maybe. Maybe.
Pride won’t let me
Shed tears in the eye of a storm.

I mean, in the change of heart.
A young pretty princess is alone in the heart of struggle
With just memories to keep her warm.

In the long. long winter,
She wish to draw a heart
And call it Valentine’s.