Sore Heart

Heart is soreflexed up with painEyes are drownedtears pour like rain  If words could stop turning into an arrowLife would surely change


The heart has been pumped with a temporary infusion of oxygencoz the weak/frail keep dodging his heart


Smiling when your heart weepsis the most difficult exam to writefooling even your own self 

Truly deeply

I sit at this threshold of Not  knowing whether  We would be us again