Beoslasher Posted September 28, 2009 Share Posted September 28, 2009 My heart is a concert hall full of instruments of strings I pluck, and pull, and bend, and bow, but never can arrange the true feelings of the human heart so tender and so real, that love can be so strong, incorruptible, sincere But just as that heart plays melodies, symphonies, serenity it can build bombs, of hate, jealousy, and rage. So do I hide this instrument, this bomb? Or do I utilize it, develop it, help it get strong? Life is funny that way I guess that song our lives will play. But I guess we'll see tomorrow what way the heart will play. Link to comment
Celestialagape54 Posted September 28, 2009 Share Posted September 28, 2009 Great poem, thanks for sharing!! Link to comment
Beoslasher Posted September 29, 2009 Author Share Posted September 29, 2009 Great poem, thanks for sharing!! Thank you very much Anything that I should work on doing better when I write? Link to comment
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