I woke up with a heavy heart.
Similar to a sadness that weighs you down.
But my heart is filled with love.
Shouldn't a heart full of love lift you up?
Make you feel weightless, about to fly?
But if that love isn't given away,
All that's left for it to do is sit and spoil.
Then the love can no longer lift your heart.
It can't make you feel lighter than air.
It can't send you flying through life.
All that it can do is pull you back down,
Down to the reality that you're only walking alone.
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PoetryA collection of poems written in times of a tired mind or weary eyes. Ideas formed as the first thought of morning or in moments of drifting off. But all glimpses into a heart in love.
