unsent draft messages

Words that began on my phone whilst daydreaming on the train

Hopeful

The heat, pulsing through my veins

Cannot be found in my tears

The joy, dancing in my laughter

Pirouetting in-between breaths

Its a spinning top,

Chasing it’s own reflection

Bouncing off the bristling breeze

That cannot be toppled into silence.

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hammezg