Hearting
Ein Gedicht von
Simon Käßheimer
It‘s a Hearting,
Love can be hard Thing.
Hearthing,
nothing but a Hearting.
You be confuse, controleless,
and want confess.
Heart is maybe lieing,
Heart is still in you dieing.
Hearting,
you will be hurt.
And in you something,
missunderstands your own Birth.
Hearting,
is the wrong Thing.
Miss it fast anyway,
you will goone and will stay.