Dear heart,
why does it feel so heavy thinking
about a matter so light?
and why the mind feels so crippled
while these hands can still fight?
Dear heart,
how can you be soaking wet,
when tears aren't flowing, kept hidden?
and why do you even still think
about the things best forgotten?
Dear heart,
how long do you plan to stay
in this infinite loop so vicious?
while you should break free and move
forward in this life so precious?
Patience, dear heart,
and remember:
Life may not be as beautiful
as viewed from rose-tinted glasses,
but to love unconditionally from ashes
makes this life beautiful.
HBY,
24 March 2018,
9.16am.
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Overflowing
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written throughout the years, whenever my head is overflowing with thoughts and my heart with emotions.
