Some days I just wished
that my heart stopped yearning for empty tanks of fulfillment
so that I could share this space with whom really matters
But there are days
heart becomes wild
heart doesn't listen
heart aches in pain
So I told heart
that I'm sorry
If only I had stopped him from his empty desires
If only I had bathed him with words of holy
If only
I had cared for him when he was sick
of the lies within the world
If only I had listened
That he missed God too
Heart wouldn't be ill
Heart wouldn't have died
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Repetition
PoetrySometimes a cup of coffee and morning vibes won't work until you get a pinch of reality to be fully aware of ourselves, and what is truly happening outside our living bubble. Let's read one to find which line of this reality hit yours.
