To chose and be chosen,
These two never go together.
To love and be loved,
It's either fantastical or impossible.
We are victims of this nature balance
Watching from the above,
Making laugh of us.
Everything happens because of fate,
Or because of God,
We can never run our destinies.
A human heart is a sponge,
Absorbing tragedies and dramas.
A distant dream can make it alive again,
A single touch can make it tremble.
What if happiness is just a needle,
Pricking it every time we love?
Having no heart
Is either mythical or Utopian.
What are we, if not a blood clot,
A bunch of bones & meat?
Having a human heart
Is what makes us something else.
Human beings.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
To chose and be chosen,
These two never go together.
To love and be loved,
It's either fantastical or impossible.
We are victims of this nature balance
Watching from the above,
Making laugh of us.
Everything happens because of fate,
Or because of God,
We can never run our destinies.
A human heart is a sponge,
Absorbing tragedies and dramas.
A distant dream can make it alive again,
A single touch can make it tremble.
What if happiness is just a needle,
Pricking it every time we love?
Having no heart
Is either mythical or Utopian.
What are we, if not a blood clot,
A bunch of bones & meat?
Having a human heart
Is what makes us something else.
Human beings.
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