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The heart.
My heart.
Your heart.
Our heart.
It's a fragile thing yet so beautiful.
It holds so much emotion yet has countless cracks.
Some big, easy to spot.
Others small, hard to realise until it suddenly becomes so big.
We try to fill up those cracks.
Building walls, guarding it like a predator guarding itself from its prey.
We don't be ourself,
Fear.
We are scared.
It's normal, we are humans after all.
We are different on the inside and different on the outside, complete polar opposites.
I can relate.
People see me as loud, extroverted, crazy.
But inside, i see myself as an introvert, mature and quiet.
The only thing which are more than loud, are my endless thoughts.
They can sometimes be good and sometimes be bad.
They can be weird, happy, sad, you name it.
The heart.
Not only just a physical organ,
But a garden of emotions,
A series of good yet bad.
A series of happiness yet sadness.
A series of tranquility yet anger.
We get hurt, we mend it.
We get a big scar, we heal it.
We get wounded, we stitch it up.
That's our heart.
It gets broken again and again.
Sometimes it gets fixed, sometimes it doesn't.
Our heart is covered with so many wounds, plasters and bandages, that the core, the seed is unseeable.
Our hearts either blossom into beautiful gardens or they grow into weeds.
The heart.
My heart.
Your heart.
Our heart.
Work the same way, but seen in a different way.
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- I.S
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Into the Sea of Poetry: Volume One
PoetryRomance, Sadness, Happiness, Reality, you name it. You'll find a variety of emotions and a heap of mine too. Delve deeper Into the Sea of Poetry if you dare! ~~~ If any of these pieces seem to go along the lines of another peice you have read, i as...
