The frozen heart melts again,
It beats again,
In order for new love to bloom,
Take root within the heart,
And never let go.
But that's the thing with love,
It withers away when the time comes,
And the soil stays barren for a while,
Till another seed is sown.
Why sow?
Why watch it wither?
Without the guarantee of a harvest,
Why pour in the effort?
Only to be left with nothing.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
