Sacred is the heart that loves
Depleted is the soul that cannot
Hearts and souls intermingling
With minds…
Written is a letter of finite proportions
Said, done, defeated upon
Dimensions that have been closed
Beautiful selfishness
Protecting all that needs to be
Soothing all the sores
Contradicting all the wounds
I love you my soul,
finite and proportional
But I love my other
Infinitely and without bounds.
About Me
- Reham
- I’m a wanderer with a focus on loving life and living love. This blog encompasses my move through several cities in this broad world and the thoughts that have evolved with each of those geographic locations. I write down my meaningless materialistic wishes and my epiphanies as they come; and I hope that years from now I will be able to read my blog in its entirety and feel humor towards my hardship and a sweet nostalgia towards my past’s laughter.
2 comments:
I remember the days when my heart poured such beautiful truths.
Thank you... I often find that I am the most truthful in my poems.
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