The Heart Of 27 Poems Poem by Annette Liliann

I never shout it loud, i made a poem everytime
Subtle, soft, scent of i miss you
Made of tears and broken dreams
They never get to you
In your rush running to flee
The 27 poems were crushed
Along with the heart that contain them
Once you touched it...you make it feel again
Cherished moments, beautiful laughter
Precious you
Now, Poems, memories, tears, dreams... are sealed
Numbed, muted, ...again
I’ll be alright
I’ll live
I will carry a crushed heart of 27 poems