2017

2017

Thursday, 11 December 2014



Tick tock, tick tock.

She thought it was the clock

Until she learnt

It was the sound 
Of her very own beating heart.

Racing, thumping

So soft, so deafening.

Drip, drip.

The droplet glistened 

Slid smoothly down

A raindrop, she thought

But it was not.



2 comments:

  1. I reallly like your writings. Hope in the future, you can be a novelist ! I will buy your novel if it's like that ,xoxo.
    :p

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    1. That's a very far away dream of mine... thank you (':

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