Heart-searching

Where is my heart?
it lies in childhood,
sometimes,
playful, bright
regular and rhythmic
its cadence
freefalling.

I found my heart,
gave it away,
too easily,
quivering, questioning,
it's resting place,
temporary.

It stopped belonging,
anywhere,
painful, aching,
please apply love
maybe I'll find it,
again.





Poetry by shells
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Written on 2010-05-18 at 18:43

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chuma okafor
It is futile to give our heart too easily...yet it is fruitless to not give our heart...beautiful text and touching!
2010-05-19


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
As the heart aches, a soul it makes.
2010-05-19


salem
as for me love never come by force ,and the important thing for me is the understanding so in case the man or the WOMAN want to make love from one side so that love will fail that is if there is love.
2010-05-18


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, goodness, didn't it just. Oh where on where is Benjamin Frankel who made my 14 year old heart flutter, then broke it when I saw him kissing a girl at the bus station!

I sort of miss the kid back then, this gave me some pleasant and funny kind of memories, enjoyed muchly

Elle x
2010-05-18


NicholasG
Ain't it the truth. Before the chemical imbalance of puberty hits, we're all in Riley's shoes. Very well worded.
:-) Thanks, Nick
2010-05-18