Heartache

Some say hearts are like religions of the mind,
Naughty people glide on the backs of your throat.
Hearts can falter and find a discovery for all times,
Internal conversations abide in the very stems of human thought.

A mind is cherished, as well as that heart
Speaking in the forethought of majesties and high nesses.
My character is only small, yet larger than most,
But my heart avidly seeks atonement.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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