Enough has been said
About immortal things
For they are timeless
And they have no end
I now speak for a particular organ
Where emotions and suffer gather in
A muscle that needs to be molded and trained
To tolerate life and it's never ending pain
An eight ounces
That keeps working no matter
How much it carries
Of heavy emotional weight
With no warning
It will fall in a permanent slumber
By that time i hope
For you it wasn't too late
Never fill it with grudge
Never fill it with hate
Heed my advice
And leave some issues for fate
Embrace the past
Face the future
Handle the present
Endure the torture
Life is short
So make it meaningful
Can't stay in shadows forever
One day you'll feel dreadful
Time might be infinite
Your soul could be boundless
But enough is said about immortal things
For they are timeless
~They have no end~
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Matters of Hearts✔
PoetryFive matters of my heart Enough has been said About immortal things For they are timeless And they have no end I now speak for a particular organ Where emotions and suffer gather in A muscle that needs to be molded and trained To tolerate life and i...
