Writing about any daily experiences and see if what would happen to one could happen to another.but mainly just maintaining the balance that will bring good things to all of us. Creating a great literature that all will relate and be of help to the next person that reads it.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Wounded heart
Hurt
come when your beloved is slowly slipping off
When the
spark of that micro touch of your soul is no more
Wounded
heart is a wondering mind that fights itself
For that
love that is so dear but now lacking
Is there
really the truth in this love? Or did she really stop
Caring
because the love that was once there is no longer prevalent
Like
before, what is happening to us? Are we not the same individuals
Who once
lived in one another’s moments like identical twins by souls?
Love is
really a heavy load on the mind like stress of murderous thoughts
And my
love for you is like a platter that is only available to you
Like
nature and its seasons so stable, patient for you only
I live
every day in beautiful moments like i met you the day before
With
love so pure like distilled drop of water on a transparent glass
Wounded
heart is a heart that long for nourishment by your love
Which
sometimes seems absent, you are that women i longed for
In my
childhood because your presence really vibrates my soul
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