Poem -
Stone heart
How living behind the walls overrun me , I hear your words but they can't penetrate my beating timer
I don't know how to deal with myself , so let me take a little of you each time
I don't even recognize that pretty little face anymore , what have I done ?
It's matters of the heart really , yet I forget you had one , maybe I should think with mine for once
Comments
It is sad when we disconnect from the heart of things. This is inspiring me. I have tons of thoughts running around my mind. Wonderful and thank you. Blessings.