Poems Poem #191 April 23, 2019by lunaiswriting If the heart is only an organ which pumps blood what do you call this that hurts in my chest every time I remember you? Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Your very being, perhaps? Your invisible soul? Thought-provoking..hmm. Lovely poem ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Dying of a broken heart, a feeling which we all can identify with! You’ve illustrated it well with this piece, Luna! LikeLike Reply
How beautiful.
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Your very being, perhaps? Your invisible soul? Thought-provoking..hmm.
Lovely poem ❤
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Thank you!
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I don’t know what it’s called either… but I know it’s feeling well 🖤
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Very powerful!
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Beautiful poem
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Beautiful written ☺️
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Short, but incredibly powerful
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Dying of a broken heart, a feeling which we all can identify with! You’ve illustrated it well with this piece, Luna!
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