Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The Woeful Heart The sorrow it feels Overflows it own containment Fills my body thoroughly Trying to influence me Reaching out for you Just to catch hold of air I swear I wont cry Bury my tears A small away moment to us According to my heart Is actually many years
0
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC
The Woeful Heart
The Woeful Heart The sorrow it feels Overflows it own containment Fills my body thoroughly Trying to influence me Reaching out for you Just to catch hold of air I swear I wont cry Bury my tears A small away moment to us According to my heart Is actually many years
Written by
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 6:47 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem