Although we all would love to have,
A shock proof, bullet proof heart,
That would make us not feel the pain,
That would make us cold and numb,
That would help us to look into someone’s eyes and not show any emotions,
In a blink of an eye, you will feel the moist, the warm tears,
Tears falling from your eyes, feeling sorry for yourself,
Because you are still having a heart that beats,
A heart that is meant to suffer,
Till the end of times…
The Wanderer's Thoughts... 
welcome in..
perfect rhyming..
thanks.
Thanx Jingle..
nice one dakshi and thanks for coming by..
So true, and yet there are the highs as well – flows well, thanks for sharing your poetry.
True . At times we should be able to have at least a lil’ bit of control over the truant heart .
hearts are a beautiful thing… a gift to feel. [love this photo]
Sigghhh!
hey, I like this. good work.
yes, and yet we always yearn for a bullet proof heart, don’t we? 🙂 nicely written Dakshima..
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i like the honesty of this. 😉
Sad. Our heart is a gift. But mainly to feel. 🙂
nicely expressed ~
Poignant and true, thanks for sharing…