• thelogist 10w

    My heart is a tombstone.
    With names of people
    Engraved upon it;
    And those people are
    Buried within it.
    It beats and beats;
    Just to keep
    Those memories alive;
    And protect them,
    From the wrath
    Of time.
    But in doing so,
    It's getting withered,
    Heavy & weak;
    Because it's trying
    To fight a battle,
    Whose fate has
    Already been sealed.