Poems from Jacalyn Duncan
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
My heart beats too slow,
I use it to count the time, too much time.
Each beat seems seems hours appart,
but...
Do you hate me,
like I hate the snow?
If you do,
just tell me to go.
Brush me away like the snow on you coat,
I'll drift in the wind...
