Your heart is your best don’t betray it!
Hold it tighter coz it’s hurt!
Join all it’s pieces quicker coz it can’t lose more blood!
Mold it into a new sparkling piece of love!
Which you owe it’s a lot!
Take a deep breath and close your eyes!
See the wounds healing!
See the heart beating for none other but just for you!
See the veins being alive again!
And feel the smile your soul experiences!
And the rose of your heart flourishes !
A typewriter lay in the corner,Reminding of old thoughts and yonder,It had memories,Of old or golden stories.I knew my dad used those,To type letters or prose,He wrote love letters to my mother,And stories to reporters.It lay in the dustAnd had got rust.After my dad’s death,His