It wasn’t long ago,
That the heart made a decision ,
Firm and precise ,
Not to feel anymore,
Burden was washed away into the abyss,
Visions with verdant grass and fields were contained in it,
All wrapped up in valour ,
Then…commotion. ..mother of all conflict came along,
The heart shuddered and shivered like a leaf in the cold winter breeze,
It craved for action…
But every story-they say-has a conflict and with it an ending,
But this is no story,
It’s a life that ends with either one thing;
Joy,sorrow, satisfaction…or none of it,
This heart needs assurance and a sense of belonging ,
That can neither come from him or her,
Only from You.
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