Battered heart still strong

Tuesday, December 18, 2012 , , , , 0 Comments

Waited as another storm hit the port,
Grip slackened, as I tried holding on to the shore,
Tossed, thrown on a rocky boulder,
Bruised, bled, dried and folded...

My battered heart still strong,
Ready to face another storm.
It would be bliss if the anchor goes missing,
I would love to sink, without these longings.

If only the forsaken heart, not a traitor,
Those feeble beats, not a fighter,
Would be another sunken ship unnoticed,
Rusted, raw, untainted yet tarnished.


Some say he’s half man half fish, others say he’s more of a seventy/thirty split. Either way he’s a fishy bastard. Google

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