In my eyes, there is an untold story.
They're filled with mystery, confusion, indecision, and an untold heartbreak.
But! They also held majesty, confidence, independence, and a fulfilled passion.
Shown on my face, are those of majesty, confidence, independence, and the fulfilled passion.
For who would want to hold a broken person together when they could find one that is already in one piece?
But sometimes, when those colors did not shine, my confusion would reappear, the indecision
Would become my left hand, and the untold heartbreak, dares to enter my mind, and when this would happen...
Someone grabbed my hand...
We started dancing, the music lifted my confusion, the rhythm would push the heartbreak back to a faded memory, indecision would flee, for her boldness had re-appeared.
For she had learned, not only to dance in the storm...
But to be the storm.
Do you guys think it's ok?
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My Heart in a Box
PuisiUNDERGOING EDITING [Highest rank 103 in Poetry 11-12-17] [#105 in Poetry 11-02-17] [ #139 in Poetry 10-13-17] [#205 in Poetry 9-21-17] We never know what to expect in life. I take what it gives me and melt it into words that leak into Poems.
