Believe me, every heart has its secret sorrows, which the world knows not, and oftentimes we call a man cold, when he is only sad.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
stabbed my heart,
everything about me just
Like the eyes, the heart too has a way of adjusting to the dark.
To be the blood that’s
pumping in your heart is the
very thing I want.
A tale of darkness
Buried deep inside my heart.
It killed me again.
Day 3 of the Three Days, Three Quotes Challenge from Lucy Lu.
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Post one quote for three consecutive days.
- Nominate three bloggers each day.
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
Thanks again for this challenge, Lucy!
Happy Saturday, homo sapiens! 🙂
On a moonless night
A lonely heart evading
A silence so loud.