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 learnt to embrace the moon,

Dancing in the dark so blindly.


With wise words muttered in my head,

Not knowing I’ve 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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