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Drop in my heart


The trickle of something tingles on the surface of my heart,
Its not a drizzle, its a drip and I feel like if this drip exudes the emotions going through my head, it might cut me.
It might simply, burn me and dump my body like a helpless hack on the isles of an ocean,
No,
This drop is impossible and it doesn’t linger it plays and pauses,
The only clause is I can’t feel those drops in my head I can only feel them in my heart,
Apart from the rest is apart from all else, and I’m ok with being a part of something else cause then I can think,
Thinking is a no but oh, how I do it,
This drop is unfamiliar like rain cut short with a comma and a pause,
But please don’t applause, It’s only cause of my great confusion in life that its become a law, so subtle I can’t feel or reel from what its caused,
Cause I can’t feel pleasure or pain in my veins its not a prejudgement,
It’s why these drops keep haunting me and I can’t feel the boundary of discouragement,
So i retract, and fuck that,
No i will not act I will stay still,
I say come slow and don’t let me go from this heart beat,
I wanna be dropped like a box on the ground cause when held, I’m just a bell, people can shake and say “oh she fell”,
But No,
Cause I’m not anybody’s bitch but this drop in my heart is like a stitch that fell apart,
Breaking apart after being glued in my book of art containing all the past and presents that have fallen apart,
I beg to differ from all the people I said would help solve the mystery of the trickle down my neck,
Now all of a sudden this trickle turns back and it lacks a sort of venom I thought I could get back, and so now I’m quite sure this is something that I lack,
And the feeling kinda stings so this drop feels heavy,
Truth is justice and excuses may vary so while I shall try not to tarry about the issues that are so vastly confusing,
I must say I’m just adjusting to the drop in my heart,
No it still sets me apart,

The drop might just be a clear something called love

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About Dramasque Diva

Hi I'm Dramasque Diva. My blog is all about what is in my head. My blog name is Dramastrois after the 3 personalities I assume on a daily basis. Dramasque's 3(trois is french for 3). I usually write really random stuff, some of those include poems, stories, sex stories even.. lol. I have a combination of stuff on my blog. so by all means, come and check it out if you're interested n what goes on in my head!!

11 responses to “Drop in my heart

  1. Thank you for posting this. I enjoyed reading it very much. Checking up on peoples poetry and writing is something I do often. I try to keep up with today’s trends so I’m more active in the writing community. Thanks again for sharing this.

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  3. Jingle

    hope that drop to be love.

    if it seriously haunts you, you might seek medical/professional assistance.

    strong poem, you make it so real that I thought it happens to you.
    thanks for sharing.

    • Hi jingle!

      Thanks for visiting my blog again, haha! interesting that you should say that about me. I am most certainly not pschologically or mentally unstable. The drop in my heart is a metaphor/symbol of what idea I want to give of. the feeling is like a drop..it isn’t an actual drop. the power of personification coupled with description.

      No need to worry.
      Thanks for reading!

      Dramasque

  4. A.B. Thomas ⋅

    Cool inner dialogue write – I liked the power it presents…

  5. I agree with A.B. I like the string of conscious style, it has a more direct impact

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