incomplete love!
I have a hole in my heart
it cries for flesh to mend itself
it weeps when I touch it
asks me to call my god
asks me to give him love
love that never was mine
love that always passed by
love that seemed so far away
love that seldom saw my tears
love that claimed
and left me alone
to die in anguish
and then to live forever…
…Hi gud morning Dear Pritts…very true that since we carry within us the dissatisfaction of not having been able to have our share of affection we get very close to being entirely immune to any of that concern that may come our way…’I have a hole in my heart it cries for flesh to mend itself ..’
…it is through our experience that we tend to become a recluse …true and we don’t give what we do not have been able to reclaim ourselves…but as I could gauge you this composition appears to be your earlier writings..’coz in your recent composition I have always seen you moving beyond the restrains and constraints we get to experience…
…and therefore I feel once again if we try we can move beyond the anguish and instead of being dead and live for ever…we can make another attempt at being with the love …and being contended forever…
…on that positive note dear I wish you a bright sunshine day…tc 🙂