Poetry : Heart of Flesh
Tonight, I offer you a heart of blood,
A heart of us.
An open heart,
A heart that desires nothing but to beat,
That aspires to nothing but to love,
A heart that refuses to turn to stone,
A heart burning with love.
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Heart of stone
Some people feel quite proud when they’re told they have a heart of stone — a heart that feels almost nothing. Today, I encountered a stone shaped like a heart. I moved it, I threw it around, yet it never changed its shape or color. More than ever, I prefer being called weak — for having a…
