Heart, poetry written by Martina Rimbaldo at Spillwords.com
Giulia Bertelli



written by: Martina Rimbaldo



Underneath the shell made of bones
In the bed made of flesh
Strange box lays
Constantly beating
It hurts it breaks but it stays unbreakable
It is wounded but it does not bleed
Creates the feelings
It is called a heart
It is a heart that keeps the secrets that no one knows
In that little box everything is written: sorrows, pain, anger, envy, joy.
Everything dies only the heart lives
As a memory in someone else’s heart
In every written word on a paper

In every art you have ever created
A heart lives on –FOREVER!

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