If only my heart could speak,
It would say, "I'm feeling weak."
From all these work and stress,
Could it still care and guess?
It would ask for a reprieve
From all the ideas and work it did conceive.
It would ask for gentle care
And a gentle hug it could bear.
If only my heart could speak,
It would say, "I already can't reach that peak!"
It's bursting with emotions!
All of these are powerful potions!
Would it say what I'm feeling deep inside?
Would it say all those feelings that I hide?
Would it mention the names of those who I really love?
Would it wish the wishes I ask from the heavens above?
If only my heart could speak,
It would say, "Egad! I'm feeling weak!"
From all these craziness!
Though, it may seem, it's also my heart's true happiness.
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Spilled Ink Poetry
Poetry"The poem is a little myth of man's capacity to make life meaningful." - Robert Penn Warren
