WRIST 'A' GRAM - TIME & HEART



TIME

Riddle me this,
What says the time?
Tickle me this,
It’s time to fly,
So I fly and fly…
I fly so high… so strong,
And I forgot what time it was,
‘My time to shine’


The Heart

Beating one hundred thousand times daily,
Pushing five thousand gallons of lie fluid true,
True and through the body parts all day .
Day by day my heart multitasks several chores,
Chores no other organ but the heart can do,
Do wonder why the heart had to be in charge of love affairs,
Affairs that hurt, scare, traumatize or make you fall in love,
Love that sometimes breaks the heart,
The heart that loves so hard,
So hard it won’t love itself that hard!
Hard…  until the heart fails unheard.
Unheard?
I choose to take care of the heart I carry…
My only Heart.

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