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..
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Tis good 🙂 Contextually good.
“Tis refills everytime
with hope.. and love”
Good lines
Thanks 🙂
I love this testament to vulnerablity
🙂 Thanks for liking 🙂
‘Tis wonderful poetry. Thankyou for following.
Tis splattered with mud
of your hate, questions,
distrust and judgement…………i think these lines are not following someone 🙂
Why not..?
My heartz also filled wid luv :*
Hehe
okay Ricks. Thanks for the read 🙂