Is it healing or is it time passing, I wonder.
\nWhen I think of you for a moment, I am only indifferent
\nYet if your name lingers as if the embers of a fire, a tinge of pain rises in my heart with the
\nsmoke of the golden flames
\nAnd when your name fades into the cloudy skies, the tinge of pain sinks back into my heart\u2019s
\ndepths.
\nI am curious; what must be the weight of my mother\u2019s heart for only after one love loss has my
\nchest grown heavy.
\nMore marbles being added to my dear organ
\nHow much strength we must gain to prevent our hearts from falling to our livers, to our
\nthighs, to our feet.
\nOne must understand that our hearts are vast oceans.
\nLet the bliss stay in the shallow ends, soaking in the light of the sun.
\nLet the pain drop below to the deepest, darkest parts of the seas
\nAnd if at times it must float atop, let the waves drown it back down.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ryley Clarke Is it healing or is it time passing, I wonder. When I think of you for a moment, I am only indifferent Yet if your name lingers as if the embers of a fire, a tinge of pain rises in my heart with the smoke of the golden flames And when your name … <\/p>\n