Heart throb

I feel myself empty , broken addressing the pieces speaking to me as it's ok it's completely ok I will rejoin you try to calm yourself .

It's an open disaster I could sense with helpless and hopeless hands it's good that I am fine but not happy.

Desiring happiness is not a sin but it's a grief which leaves in the desert where everything is there but not your presence.

It's a circle yet to be mould which do not try to start nor to end .

I have tears I have pain I have a broken heart which leaves me with a deep cut not a scar yet I smile yet I laugh with a heart which is not mine but always my permanent address which makes me confident , desirable , zealful , fortunate it's an eternity with a living .

YET I SAY ITS MY LIFE