Gingerboy1995

My heart


One day my heart will stop,
No warnings and no signals,
However when it does
It would've had its fair share.
Its share of sorrow and pain.
But also love and joy.
Its easy to forget in times of dispair.
However it defines who we are.
It defines everything.
When we pick up the pieces,
Patch up the wounds,
And we find love again.
So remember this,
The next time you feel.
Feel the disparity,
And the lonliness.
That our hearts do repair,
And theres always.
Always your time to flare.

Comments1

  • R.E.Allen

    Aw that is very lovely.



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