a silly heart learns to love one summer,
the heart is then broken later next year,
a broken heart knows not what it wants,
tears don't cause heartbreak; the heartbreak caused these tears it said,
a broken heart feels undeserving,
for maybe its person is just not enough,
a broken heart was greedy,
......
Who am I?
I trod the earth,
My fingers knead the clouds.
I bend my mind into a
Hypotenuse of Pythagoras,
But the proper path to walk is dark
Behind and before
With never a tremor
But a start.
......
Shake the mosaic
Jostle the pieces of me, not yet cemented in place
Turn them over
One side pristine, the other scratched and scored
Handle them gently
We learned whole pieces can become parts, through negligence or force
Mind the edges
......
Who am I?
I trod the earth,
My fingers knead the clouds.
I bend my mind into a
Hypotenuse of Pythagoras,
But the proper path to walk is dark
Behind and before
With never a tremor
But a start.
......
Shake the mosaic
Jostle the pieces of me, not yet cemented in place
Turn them over
One side pristine, the other scratched and scored
Handle them gently
We learned whole pieces can become parts, through negligence or force
Mind the edges
......
a silly heart learns to love one summer,
the heart is then broken later next year,
a broken heart knows not what it wants,
tears don't cause heartbreak; the heartbreak caused these tears it said,
a broken heart feels undeserving,
for maybe its person is just not enough,
a broken heart was greedy,
......