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
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
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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