My heart

         MY HEART


The waves are dancing playfully

 As if they heard the flute in a forsaken cabin.

It was a moment,

 And the entire story was within seconds.

In my hand,

 A blue rose of a sad past,

Had a fresh smell of giving up,

And the heart that won’t accept living.

I am looking at the red rose in your hands,

Shaped with my love,

But you are giving it to another.

My heart,

I promised you my heart.

So I won’t cry

20 thoughts on “My heart

  1. Pretty image. The words really had an impact and effect on me. It is one of your best poems! Keep writing your heart out : )

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