her heart
her heart
so fragile, it's like a rosy petal
a dreamy velvet, a delicate red
loved without a doubt
torn without a hitch
-it's like a curse, this heart of hers
her heart
so neat, like death itself
hope draping it like a shroud
hiding the scars beneath
from the eyes that admired
and those which didn't
- it's like a curse, this heart of hers
oh, her heart
so kind, it's like morphine in pain
just a bounty to some
else, a naivety to others
- it's like a curse, this heart of hers
a treasure indeed, a heart of gold
stolen and used like any treasure ever
what's left behind is a cursed coffer
hollow from within
hollow for ever
~ Fia, the busy bee
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Constellations
Poetry》Constellation (noun): A group of stars forming a pattern in the sky. ▶Just a collection of my (amateur) poems, written randomly on random topics, in random moods and at random places... **** ▶Highest Rank: #61 in poetry on 9th February, 2018 ▶Cover...
