[10 January, 2020]
2:11 Pm.
P.S Based on a rebellious
thought, through the phase
of letting go.
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I wouldn't let go.
I held onto those memories,
Whispering lies,
In my own ears,
That they were not the cause,
Of my grief,
Or of my tears.
A million fears of mine,
Clinged onto me,
Linked to one
single memory.
That grew,
A heart of it's own,
It's heartbeat painful,
Crying alone.
I should have let go.
I was never,
In need,
Of two hearts.
But stubborn,
Foolish,
I choose to be,
Holding the cruel gift tight,
Within me.
It sucked my happiness,
Causing a flow of tears,
To leave my eyes,
Erasing my smiles.
And slowly,
The real heart within me,
Started to die.
But did I cared?
Not.
Never.
Sadly.
How can it be?
A person loving herself,
When full of flaws and
endless mistakes?
Yet,
Was that heart perfect as well?
If not,
Then why was it kept?
Why held,
When it only caused grief?
When all it ever held,
Were old broken memories?
And then,
Somday,
I opened my closed eyes,
And saw my heart bleeding.
And embracing the pain,
I left the second heart,
Created by my own old memories.
I wrenched it out,
And away.
And yet still,
Every once in a while,
It knocks on my real heart,
Asking to be let inside,
One last time.
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Songs That My Heart Sings. ✔️
Poetry*Here are some songs that my heart sang.* Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste. And a promise, of everlasting hope. Lets trace these p...
