Her heart skipped a beat,

When it wasn’t supposed to.

It skipped a beat,

When those thoughts lurched towards her.

It skipped a beat,

And she couldn’t utter a word.

It skipped a beat,

As it dawned to her, that things aren’t really as they seem to be.

It skipped a beat,

As she realized, she couldn’t trust anyone; not anymore.

It skipped a beat,

When it failed. Yet again.

It skipped a beat,

To let her know, that she had become a bit more weaker.

It skipped a beat,

To say that she couldn’t carry the hurt only by her own shoulders.

Her heart, that roguish little brat; and the untrustworthy old-soul,

if only he knew; that she was now breathless…

– Suri

Note: Hello everyone! Here’s my fourth poem. Am I improving? Share your views. 😀