When does your heart become thick?
When does it become a rock?
When does it lose the flame and the wick?
No one can enter it, there is a lock.
You don’t feel…
Nothing feels real…
You live.. you just be…
You see.. there is not glee…
Why does this happen?
When did your mind ripen?
When did you become ruthless?
When did you become lifeless?
It does not hurt,
It does not break you,
It just passes by; It does not touch you.
Do you repel it?
It just leaves you…
You feel blessed… you can breathe again…
You feel blessed… You are heartless…
You are loveless….
Spicy Rasam 
Exactly. Agreed 💯👍
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When Love dies, a part of you feels like you’ve died, especially your Heart. It’s part of the grieving process. With time, (hopefully) the pain lessons and the Heart once again opens to both give and receive Love. Beautiful poem, one I honestly can relate to having had especially in the past 3 years, too many of those I Love pass. I hope your Heart is open and allowing Love to happen. 💖💖💖
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😃😃 I hope so Amy…
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I know. My Heart has been broken more times then I care to say.
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🙂 it’ll get better
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