Pantoum
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The song of love; life and death
For quite some time I had been having this feeling as if something is beating deep down in my heart, creating a symphony with the rhythm of my vibrating valves and I have been twirling on the tune of my tapping feet. It's my soul ignited and their had been arousal of the thumping roars. My eyes got the sight and I have lost my eyes. The rustling leaves and the swirling wind with him taking his steps... approaching nearer and nearer. Shifting of the sight to the corners of my eyes. The shoes' sight and my frozen eyes. The moment strolled and the moment stopped. The twirl steadied and the swirl silenced. Just an eye snap and the ice cracked. Stiffled through the core of dying rose. Red blood poured, dripped, blended with brown rusting leaves.... It darkened!
By Assat Ahmed2 years ago in Poets



