Maybe…

Late night

Secret meetings

She dares not let her heart

Beat where he

Can hear it.

 

He calls and she

Is there.

Or was there

For a while

A dream or

An apparition

Or maybe just a real girl

Without a heart

To beat for him.

 

He thinks of her,

Perhaps

She hears his thoughts,

He wonders if he could capture

Her heart

Again

 

She wonders

If his blood

Is still in her veins.

 

Maybe.

Or maybe it is something else

That makes her heart beat

At the thought

Of him.

 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

 

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His beating heart…

heartHis beating heart,

His throbbing brain,

He shuffled towards her,

Once again.

.

.

.

Her beating heart,

Her missing brain,

She lost her eye,

But love she’d gained.

.

.

.

Their rotting hearts,

Their gray green brains,

Twas Zombie love,

Romance insane.

.

.

.

Halloween will be here soon!

xoxoxoxoxo 

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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