The Heart that I Always Carry

The heart that I always carry,

contains doubt that comes in every breath

filled with unrequited hope that burst in every step

red by its own stream of blood

full of fear comes from its own vessels

It is always heavy,

it is always busy.

It has no rest,

it has no guest.

But still, it’s the most part you’ve ever touched.

And had.

The heart that I always carry,

there’s the day it consumes my soul with its darkness

there’s the day it drowns my mind with its solitariness

But still, it’s the heart that I always carry.

Cause it’s the only thing that you still touch,

and have.

04.07.17 - @yustitiaayu