let my heart shed a little hidden sobs. let it emerge peacefully from the oceans of melancholy that veils its breaths. let my skin be soft again. let me bloom again. like the spring flowers after the autumnal winds. let me be free again and smile at the anonymous. after all, till when i will mourn for the loss of false love. my heart isn't stone. its soft like a petal. let it live again.
Let me die On the beating heart And lie there still Lapping up every drop Of poetry that oozes out of it. Let me close my eyes To the dark and move tremendously To the beat that you shake to. Pick up my pieces Each a small speck of ashes That falls a little bit more from your fist When you try to hold me together, And spread me in the coffin Of a page that smells of the rose That you would put on my grave Close the lid and sit beside Sing the odes that I wrote Give them rhythm After I give my last smile