(This post was made by using The Daily Post prompt on 6/3/2017 – swarm)
My heart at it again
Complicatedly complicating my mind
There is a fire in this hollow skull
Making my heart swarming in queasiness
This is not right
This felt wrong
Oh whatever a heart feels.
Oh whatever really whatever can it feels.
Oh how the blood felt stilled whenever my heart at it again.
Whatever a heart is.
Always been swarmed with complicated feelings.
If only it choose only happy.
Well maybe I wouldn’t be this queasy.
But whatever a heart is.
It always, complicatingly complicated.