Can you imagine hearts thrown in the sky?
I watch as people hurl their hearts in the air
Like frisbee discs they want for someone to fetch.
Some are thrown too high to be caught Some are just dropped on the floor
Mindless…
…that if no one catches, they just threw their hearts away, with no one to blame.
A heart lost out in the open air.
Too many hurled, and it’s raining with them.
Love: of all the hearts scattered around
Fat hearts, thin hearts, dead ones, pretty ones
You choose one, and never let it slip your grasp.
You pick up a heart, you dont dump it to someone else or leave it anywhere.
If you can no longer keep, return it to the person who threw it away.
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The first piece I remember writing was a poem in a red Hello Kitty notebook, and that was when I was seven. Come when I was 12, I read my writings only to judge myself. I burned the pages of that notebook - but I saved Hello Kitty. Here now is a new page I cannot and will not burn.
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