Mangled hearts still beat
on teary nights
under scorching suns
through dull aches
through sharp pain.
They sing the same song,
The song of life -
over and over again.
Cruel situations bring out
the monsters in most of us,
And we try to destroy
these warriors inside our chests.
But mangled hearts will always beat.
Either in our chests,
or in our loved ones memories.
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Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
