Reply Mon 19 Nov, 2012 05:21 am
This heart
used to beat a rhythm
and catchier than a pop song

O this heart
used to make men cry
and make women believe
in promises again

This heart
had me thinking like a dove
flying with clouds
proving that the Earth
was not the only destination

O how this heart
used to talk to the stars
learning the universal secrets
sharing those secrets to voices
whom spoke in a similar rhythmic value

But now...
O, but now...

This heart just beats
to pump coagulated blood
in my veins

This heart
is just a muscle
supporting these eyes
which are stained

Now this heart's voice
is silenced by the penis
who grows
and degrades

Becoming a man
is not of this heart

But consequently
This heart
now is of
The man
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Reply Mon 19 Nov, 2012 02:24 pm
Don't feel offended. The original writing forum rarely generates many comments.
Reply Tue 20 Nov, 2012 04:04 am
That's what I assumed. I see people are at least checking out my work so that's enough inspiration for me to keep posting. I can assure you that nothing is going to stop me from writing. Smile
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