hammered hearts,
sequin souls
enigmatic eyes turn red,
scattered smiles,
distant dreams,
i guess the fragments eroded away too far.i didn't know,
i didn't bother,
to look after those tiny pieces...
when one sudden day...
i felt at the pit of my existence-
those pieces being picked up.adored all day,
nourished all night,
held closely in a home,
each tiny piece grew-
into new golden hearts-
whole,
phenomenal,
loved.i have so many hearts to take care of now, but i know they are all safely preserved.
Author's note:
this verse is dedicated to everyone who has read till this far.
thank you, my lovely reader.
p.s. - there can never be a full-stop after 'sayonara', farewell.
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𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
PoetryThe heartstrings that pull at my fingertips. The heartstrings that weep, And the heartstrings that smile. My heartstrings which bloom in your gardens. My heartstrings which scribble away. An anthology to let your mind wander and dance beyond limit...