your love in my heart

as a rock made me like solid...

and no deity can carry its weights but my heart...

only sighing can reduce...

a drug can heal its wounds?

while your eyes owned its pulses...

it just beats for your sake.









Poetry by salem
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Written on 2014-11-20 at 03:40

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night soul woman The PoetBay support member heart!
A fine artwork :)
2014-11-20