The Heart
The heart beats,
Even when its broken.
The heart beats,
Its words unspoken.
The heart beats,
Against all odds.
The heart beats,
Until it stops.
The Heart
The heart beats,
Even when its broken.
The heart beats,
Its words unspoken.
The heart beats,
Against all odds.
The heart beats,
Until it stops.
StandingBear commented on The Heart
06-04-2009
BDIsernhagen commented on The Heart
06-04-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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Destiny/Fate | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
Rebellion | 1 | 06/07/2009 |
Unrequited Love??? | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Soulmates | 0 | 06/07/2009 |
Angels | 2 | 07/11/2009 |
Playing Pretend | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
The Heart | 2 | 06/04/2009 |
Masks | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
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