Feign and Fiery | Matters of the Heart

I fought to find my equilibrium,

I shy the summer in my heart.

Occasionally the warmth shines at the atrium,

Filled with sweet surprises like a tart.


Is it a fault to be born this way?

To love when I see what you say.

I’ve been halting how my heart sways,

Living life just come what may.


This heart became a tomb,

Filled by the dims of reality.

Until I learn to embrace the moon,

Dancing in the dark so blindly.


With wise words muttered in my head,

Not knowing I dragged my heart instead.

Didn’t expect it to pierce as pegs,

When the heart’s yearning is ignored not fed.


Feica 2017


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