Sometimes my heart is a cuckoo clock that only opens once a year
and sometimes my heart is a table top that no one wants to clear
sometimes my heart is a candle flame—enough light for one surveyor
sometimes my heart is a drop of rain, falling forth as an answered prayer
Sometimes my heart is a chest of drawers, so full it can't be closed
and sometimes my heart is a repertoire that has yet to be composed
Sometimes my heart is a photograph—pulling upon the past
sometimes my heart is a watered plant that drinks love much too fast
Sometimes my heart is a dusty shelf that no one seems to notice
and sometimes my heart is a wishing well that longs to hold a lotus
sometimes my heart is an hour glass that never seems to fill
sometimes my heart is a thunder clap and breaks all that is still
Sometimes my heart is a locked door that dreams to be left open
and sometimes my heart is a metaphor that doesn't want to rhyme
Sometimes my heart is a hobbled chair which still believes it can be trusted
Sometimes my heart is record player—turning even when it's rusted
Sometimes my heart is a beautiful book with one word on every page
and sometimes my heart is a soiled root digging out of my rib cage
sometimes my heart is a picture frame, destined to hold the frozen
sometimes my heart is a drop of rain and falls until it's broken
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8 comments:
I believe that love was created for people to a person can share all these feelings that occur in the heart, because it's a happiness if u have this person, who can understood and can watch what going on in ur heart and be with u in the same wave...
PS: im not professional...i'm just in love ;)
:) Sounds lovely
Wow! This was incredible. You're very talented.
THANK YOU! :)
love it. sometimes i feel the same way...:-))
very nice poem....must share..:-)))
:)) you are too kind!
Really good - I enjoyed reading this, and can relate to it so much.
Thank you.
Thank you for reading, AND the comment, Twigger. :)
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