My heart blossoms and withers of its own accord.
My body is a useless vessel,
powerless to the Almighty Heart.
The heart that sustains me.
The heart that destroys me.
warns me,
implores me,
begs me.
At night, when I lay in my bed,
helpless against its will,
I listen
in awe
to the sound of my still-beating heart.
Existents is a beautiful thing my darling. <3
ReplyDeleteExistence is dull.
ReplyDeleteTo live is what is beautiful.
you are beautiful
ReplyDelete'To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.'- Oscar Wilde
ReplyDeleteSo pretty..... Definitely make a compilation of your poetry... Maybe we can have some kind of art collaboration project where I will make art based around one of your poems and we can combine it into a a picture/painting.. Let me know if that sounds like something you would be interested in!
ReplyDeleteliving, is the most important.
ReplyDeletexo
This post reminds me of how much I miss coming here and drowning in your words.
ReplyDeleteI love this!
LOVE!
I know how it feels to need something, yet have it's mere presence break you in two...
ReplyDeletebeautiful! new follower, definitely. x
Please write again.
ReplyDeleteI need to feel.
LOVE!