The heart has always been the most surpassingly delicate part of ourselves.
It's too frail that you get hurt over small things. It's too sensitive that you accept every heartache that comes in your way.
It's too vulnerable that it could only carry the hurt ---only the hurt. And that after all, it could never hold so much anger for too long.
My stupid heart,after all, never learns.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PuisiYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
