❤
My heart is a baby, who lives inside of me..
He sings and screams,
He opens and shuts,
And I don't have its key..
My body is his home, but sadly he is someone I can't own.
Sometimes he makes me feel alone,
And in every breath I take, I moan..
My mind is his illusionary friend,
A truthful intruder, who is harsh sometimes,
A type of a friend, that my heart will suspend,
He won't listen and will just pretend,
My heart decides; to walk the walk, until the end..
My soul is his true bestfriend, The one who will never offend, They get along and enjoy the time they spend,
An amazing harmony, and beautifully their different colors blend..
Despite, the love or hate, that any of them felt and sent,
It's the baby heart, that makes us all bow and bend..
This is the true us, but we deny it and can't comprehend, And all of them, my heart, body, mind, and soul are my one and only reckless, cautious, beautiful friend..
❤
Nermine Marei
26/6/2020
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
❤
My heart is a baby, who lives inside of me..
He sings and screams,
He opens and shuts,
And I don't have its key..
My body is his home, but sadly he is someone I can't own.
Sometimes he makes me feel alone,
And in every breath I take, I moan..
My mind is his illusionary friend,
A truthful intruder, who is harsh sometimes,
A type of a friend, that my heart will suspend,
He won't listen and will just pretend,
My heart decides; to walk the walk, until the end..
My soul is his true bestfriend, The one who will never offend, They get along and enjoy the time they spend,
An amazing harmony, and beautifully their different colors blend..
Despite, the love or hate, that any of them felt and sent,
It's the baby heart, that makes us all bow and bend..
This is the true us, but we deny it and can't comprehend, And all of them, my heart, body, mind, and soul are my one and only reckless, cautious, beautiful friend..
❤
Nermine Marei
26/6/2020
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