A foolish heart, so quick to race,
Chasing dreams in empty space.
It leaps too high, it falls too far,
Grasping at each distant star.
It whispers secrets, soft, untrue,
Believing all it wants to view.
A fleeting touch, a fleeting sigh,
It holds them close, afraid to try.
It wears its scars like shiny gold,
Not learning from the tales it’s told.
A stubborn soul, a tender beat,
It longs for love, but won't retreat.
It dances in the dark alone,
And never sees the cracks it’s grown.
But still, it hopes, it aches, it yearns—
For a world that it can never learn.
A foolish heart, a fragile thing,
Caught in the dance of reckless wings.
Yet still, it flies—no matter how,
For it believes in love somehow.
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Latoria Hall
I love focusing on artistic expression, imagination, and storytelling. I create a wide range of genres such as fiction, poetry, scripts, and even non-fiction works that emphasize creative and emotional engagement with the reader.
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Truly lovely work
Hearts really do dream and try no matter what the risk, or what logic has to say. Love the flow and the hopeful end.