The day that we meet,
Was amazing b'coz of unexpected,
Collision of our hearts,
That gives you more hope.
A hope.
Hope to love again,
Hope to embrace other flaws again,
For expediency,
To improve calmness and understanding,
Not only from you but b'coz for others also.
The readoubtable day,
Really come,
That all souls are spreading,
Because they are ready,
To reach your hand,
To be with them.
A day where heartbeat,
Gradually wasting away,
Away from a heart beating.
Hoping you to rise,
from rigor of your agony,
To comeback,
Where heartbeats waiting,
To add you more,
Life to live,
With them.
But lights hurdled darkness,
Dark of your agony,
That the light only found you,
To live another life,
With others.
That the last heartbeat,
Of yours,
Was a gift,
To give and to live,
For alive-soul,
The worthy.
Than you that only,
The agony of,
Illness and suffering.
Sorry for those,
Heartbeats that want me,
To live to love,
Them.
But it's okay,
Go lonely soul,
To a heart where my beat,
Is there.
My heart-beat.
YOU ARE READING
It's a gift
Poetrymy love, my received feedback nor feelings. Some hurts. Some not. But considered as a gift to challenge you as a person. I hope you like it.
