Troubled Heart #Poetry

What do you want from me?
Understand this, I can’t.
My heart cannot understand this,
it constantly tricks me.

I want you. I can’t lie about this.
But you’re wrong.
My heart wants you more
than yours wants mine.

Your heart is like the wind,
constantly changing its direction.
My heart like a path;
solid with only one direction.

If it is my heart you wish to gain,
then you’ve already won it,
but my will to hold it back
you cannot maintain.

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20 Comments Add yours

  1. Lovely:)

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  2. Wow🤗🤗🤗

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  3. .. and you have a beautiful heart 🤗🤗🤗

    Liked by 1 person

    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you mam

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  4. .. straight from 💓 loved it

    Liked by 1 person

    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  5. Tammy7711 says:

    Love this! 💕 well written! Xx

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  6. Nice piece..you must be a fantastic poet…

    Liked by 1 person

    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you glad you liked it

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  7. lydiajanexox says:

    A really nice poem 💕

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  8. Haseeb says:

    Great…

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  9. Pixie Wayne says:

    So beautiful 💜

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  10. Rosa🌸 says:

    Wowwww

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      Thank you

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  11. Firm!

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    1. VishalDutia says:

      👍

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