Heart-searching
Where is my heart?it lies in childhood,
sometimes,
playful, bright
regular and rhythmic
its cadence
freefalling.
I found my heart,
gave it away,
too easily,
quivering, questioning,
it's resting place,
temporary.
It stopped belonging,
anywhere,
painful, aching,
please apply love
maybe I'll find it,
again.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-05-18 at 18:43




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