the heart | poetry


found somewhere in

unfortunately, i can’t find the exact url, so the credit goes to
a bouquet of flowers, on your screen.
love, éh,
her heart is
a proof of her struggle,
she put her strength
in every heartbeat.
and she put her blue sky
in every heartbreak.
because she knows
the best for her soul,
but not her body.
the universe
doesn’t offer
the cure for your agony,
nobody does.
but my poetry
is a bouquet of flowers.
hope you receive;
the heart within it.
– the heart.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s