Like Hammers

(This is another poem I wrote in my head one sleepless night)

suddenly i wake up from a dream,
and realize that i've been talking in my sleep,
the words are scattered on the floor of your heart,
some are splattered on its walls,
but more are still dangling
from the tip of the tongue of my mind,
waiting to be uttered,
like arrows ready and trembling on their drawn bows.

but i know that they'd just fall
heavy on my toes,
like hammers

1 comments:

  1. Unknown said...

    hmnn  


 

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