At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...
Doesn't it seem to be the end?
Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...
And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...
For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 1:48 PM UTC
At least once in a lifetime, arrives a quake beyond the measure of a seismograph...
The waves of which tremble your heart to terror...
Followed by cracks that rips apart your flesh...
The memories of old roses settles down as thorns piercing the delicacy of your heart...
Blood gushes out through arteries ruptured by the final blow...
And the agony and shattered hopes seem to burn the remaining pieces of your heart to ashes...
Doesn't it seem to be the end?
Yet still somehow anyhow with trembling hands if you are able to collect the scattered ashes of your broken heart...
Hold to them day and night
Exposing it to the healing hands of time and your will
Your heart will be born anew and likely more resilient than the previous one...
And in doing so you, my friend would have done something amazing...
For the one who can mend his heart can mend almost anything else!
