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. 😀