- Non-Erotic Poetry
- My Heart is a Strange Thing
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My heart is a strange thing;
full of foolish refrains,
always traipsing after
these momentary flings.
I’m sure you’ve seen her.
She enjoys sudden thrills;
heads blind towards careless risk,
seeking self-indulgences
found in caressing chills.
Oh her wicked ways.
And in the end of her
dark lustful loiterings
with those who can’t hold her,
my heart cries sobbing slurs.
I’m unraveling.
My heart is a strange thing;
my wild brave spirit,
without her no one hears
these pining loves I sing.
Wishing for a breath.
No cage can hold her fast;
she is destined to roam,
never stopping while
hoping this time will last.
But it never does.
She is scarred struck and shamed,
withering in dull pain
while I’m pondering
the value of her claims.
Wanting a safe place.
- COMMENTS
29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoInsight to an unruly organ - or is it a heart with her own two feet? A poem with a personal note, as it allows a range of interpretions depending on the reader.
Mentioned in New Poetry Recommendations in Literotica's Forum, Poetry Feedback & Discussion
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29wordsforsnowover 3 years agoI can feel that too, this never ceasing contradiction of heart and mind, the fast-paced emotions that blindly throw themselves into any adventure, and the cool, calm logic that stands and shouts, "Wait a minute..."
The emotions well caught in figurative words, and the struggle standing out in the break lines. Left partially me thinking, the other half already inspired to find a melody to sing along with your heart.
Thanks for sharing
