The last time i thought i had believed
was the last one and now I'm deceased.
Cos i thought hearts were like spider webs.
Made out of gum and fragile threads.
who once cut through, never rearrange back
then why own a one who won't help that
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart
But i had piles of dumb memories making webs in my empty heart.
.
And then I grew and realized heart was glass
throw it and it will shatter, a little care n it will last
Maybe the qualities differed a little bit
some hearts were metallic some were acrylic
Then why own a heart who won't stay safe.
Cos when the pieces keep hitting in
It emits flames to deform and lets more fitting in
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart
but I had a pile of memories striving hard to deform all my empty heart
The flames ceased and they travelled far, they'd flown.
And then I realized this unbreakable thing could be stone.
It was precious like diamonds or worthless like mere pebbles.
But everycase, there existed an element who rebelled.
The water made them loose their edges, smooth surfaces yet tiny grudges.
Why own such a heart make you shed tears inside
N act stubborn , cos no one would know what u hide.
For it was just blood this bloody organ had to impart.
But I had a pile of dumb memories draining water from my heart.
.
The hearts the same, but I am not.
I've grown up enough to contradict my thoughts.
All to realise nothing mattered.
The walls of heart really never shattered.
They weren't brittle nor never they doomed.
Some organs work efficiently, its just the thoughts that never do.
So wide awake I'm brave n practical.
Throwing all those piles, burying them alive, they're in trouble!
For I've realised atlast, these cardiac muscles.
Wont have any other work to do than impart blood to their vessels
- Immortal Eternity.
was the last one and now I'm deceased.
Cos i thought hearts were like spider webs.
Made out of gum and fragile threads.
who once cut through, never rearrange back
then why own a one who won't help that
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart
But i had piles of dumb memories making webs in my empty heart.
.
And then I grew and realized heart was glass
throw it and it will shatter, a little care n it will last
Maybe the qualities differed a little bit
some hearts were metallic some were acrylic
Then why own a heart who won't stay safe.
Cos when the pieces keep hitting in
It emits flames to deform and lets more fitting in
For its just blood that this bloody organ had to impart
but I had a pile of memories striving hard to deform all my empty heart
The flames ceased and they travelled far, they'd flown.
And then I realized this unbreakable thing could be stone.
It was precious like diamonds or worthless like mere pebbles.
But everycase, there existed an element who rebelled.
The water made them loose their edges, smooth surfaces yet tiny grudges.
Why own such a heart make you shed tears inside
N act stubborn , cos no one would know what u hide.
For it was just blood this bloody organ had to impart.
But I had a pile of dumb memories draining water from my heart.
.
The hearts the same, but I am not.
I've grown up enough to contradict my thoughts.
All to realise nothing mattered.
The walls of heart really never shattered.
They weren't brittle nor never they doomed.
Some organs work efficiently, its just the thoughts that never do.
So wide awake I'm brave n practical.
Throwing all those piles, burying them alive, they're in trouble!
For I've realised atlast, these cardiac muscles.
Wont have any other work to do than impart blood to their vessels
- Immortal Eternity.
