The Tale of a Cold Heart

When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure…… Sorry, can’t agree….They become scars.

The road was crowded, as we anxiously sat in the car,
It was the first time you held my hand,
Later that memory became a scar.

We used to sit by the fireplace, as you recited your poems in a warm deep tone,
I fell more for you each time,
That feeling had always grown.

You smiled when I winked at you, from across the school hall,
Yet now I cry,
Whenever those memories envelope me like a pall.

I can still sense your warmth, in the midst of this cold burial ground,
You’ve been gone too long, You seem too far,
But I still can perceive you around.

I prayed for forgiveness as your soul slowly started to depart,
I remember how I held your hand so tight,
Yet now I’m sitting here, telling the sad Tale of a Cold Heart.

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  1. ” He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”

    Gabriel García Márquez

    My scars have become my inspiration, a stepping stone towards self love…

    Beautiful blog Tanvi. ❤️🤗

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