The Heart
The heart beats,
Even when its broken.
The heart beats,
Its words unspoken.
The heart beats,
Against all odds.
The heart beats,
Until it stops.
The Heart
The heart beats,
Even when its broken.
The heart beats,
Its words unspoken.
The heart beats,
Against all odds.
The heart beats,
Until it stops.
StandingBear commented on The Heart
06-04-2009
BDIsernhagen commented on The Heart
06-04-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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