Echo Of Her Heart

The pulse, in essence is an echo of the heart.

TR Harri

She has loved him for

As long as she can remember.

Be it in the morning sun

Or in the moonlight.

Being with him is all

That she dreams about.

Every time they abut,

Sparks fly; it’s like electricity.

No word in the dictionary

Can define the cryptic sensitivity.

A confectionate endeavour,

Causing confusion and

Devotion to her soul.

A headache he is,

As he takes advantage of her love.

For there is no passion

In his veins.

Only a sort of sympathetic

Selfishness to get

What he desires.

Leaving her unwhole and unloved!

9 thoughts on “Echo Of Her Heart

  1. Wow the contrast here was heartbreaking. At first I was thinking “this is love” but that was quickly turned to show that you were writing about manipulation. Well done, this puts the reader into feeling like they have been manipulated too, which is a hard thing to do.

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      1. Classic! Let the words lead you. I find with my own poetry sometimes I try to force it into something that it isn’t. Sometimes that works, sometimes it doesn’t. Well done.

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