He’s beating slowly, my tiny heart
He’s crying and shriveling up like he is sick
He is. But don’t worry, soon you’ll be well
Some Jolts
Some memories that cut your flesh
And we will carry on the waltz
Making sense or not, we ‘ll keep turning
Even if sometimes, we have to fall.
(sorry for my english, correct me i want to improve)
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Hi, T.C.!
It soaked with hidden sadness and pain. Why? It's behind lines. I don't know. But I think that I got a spirit of this your piece. And I really enjoyed. Though what kind of "joy" can bring such sad piece? Probably it touched strings in my own heart ...
Thanks for reading!
And, though, I'm not an admin - you welcome!
Best regards, R.Y.
thank for the reading, i was really sad when i wrote that
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Your english is a-OK in this one, no worries
I like the personification of the heart, and how you likened emotional recovery to a heart procedure. Such a nice, sweet piece! Thanks for the read
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
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it's very petite in style and yet it's also a little profound.
the title is also petite in nature and matches the poem
perfectly, thank you for implying love without mentioning the word.
and it's message of pick yourself up and start again is clear.
thanks for the read.
