My heart starts skipping beats inside my chest
like a child skipping stones across a pond of regrets.
Pillow soaked through with tears and sweat.
I'm dreaming of you again...
It is the natural way of remembering one without him or her. It happens
Beautiful rendition of words in a heartfelt piece of poetry elegantly brought forth from inner recesses of the heart with conviction. A sad story impressively narrated. Thanks for sharing Sharon and do stay enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Sharon w. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.