The matters of the heart
Are fickly and capricious
It appears to be so nimble
But gets twisted beyond comprehension
The heart can burn after an object
And hold onto it as its last hope
Though the mind tries to be logical
Yet it's blurred by the heart's emotions
The heart, yet is so fragile
Breaks so easily at any impact of betrayal
At that moment, the heart is shattered
It seems it would never love again
But, stupefyingly the heart loves again
Just as much as it was before it got hurt
The mind struggles to learn from its past
But the heart is blind and it's so fickle.
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DARK BOWL CALLED 'HEART'
PoetryJust poems that express my deep, dark heart....though I got illuminated by Christ's Light.
