Flighty Hearts
Love our paper hearts
Easy to tear,
but cuts
Like a bear.
Its unique shape
Lends to despair,
When it broke
By your hand and air.
Its unique shape
Rises into fullness,
Then dips in face
Of falsehoods that pierce…
Look into its shape
That seems divided
Into yay and nay, a cape
Of vascillation that cried,
Its tear wails
Till eye sight goes blind
With too many choices
And decisions that bind.
Oh ye who have
A paper heart,
Let its love
Blind you and never cut.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
Poetess, author: Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, available on Amazon.com, iTunes, Googlebooks, kobo, Barnes and noble, and more
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