Poetry

“Tis my heart”


Now,

Tis (It is) full,

Tis complete.

filled with love

love spurting out

every hour it feels thrust..

splash of over spilling emotions

takes it to a place

where one and alone, and mine

heart fights and thrown off.

Tis splattered with mud

of your hate, questions,

distrust and judgement

Tis not yet broken

Tis not empty, Tis not barren

Tis immerse into the mud,

soaks up the warmth in cold

Tis refills everytime

with hope.. and love

Tis pouring out again..

Tis  my heart..

 

hold_my_heart_by_Braq heart

 

 

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