My heart is a tombstone.

My heart is a tombstone
resting in desert land.

Forgotten behind curtains
of blackness, shallow.

Cracked and overgrown
by beautiful weed and sorrow.

The innocence that was is no more.

I cannot leave my remembrances.
And they cannot leave me.

My heart is a tombstone
that I cannot live without.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2006-01-04 at 23:36

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Zoya Zaidi
Your heart is a tombstone
Mine is a grave, where are buried
The rarest of heart breaks,
The pains of partings, the silence of tears,
The feelings of remorse, a thousand of cares,
The heart is grave, which slowly wares...
(((((hugs)))))
Thanks for sharing this lovely write!!!!
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-05