To wear you heart on your tongue.

So how does it feel to wear your heart on your tongue all the time, "its a burden" she whispered. Its a burden to untie the knots of your heart and wear it like a crown over your tongue, a cursed crown that doesn’t make you feel like a queen. I feel like I’ve been giving away the flowers that bloomed in my heart during the spring away to people who deserted it every autumn. They come to see the spring and I dance with the poetry on my tongue, my heart in my palms. And every autumn it makes my lungs a little barren, giving birth to lesser flowers every year, but more people to give them out to.
How does it feel to not have it back, some people have been romanticising it for centuries. "It feel desolated and abandoned like the ruins of a once beautiful city," she said. The ruins that intact eyes don’t see anything other than what they are right now, but people who bear resemblance with it can mourn over every crack that it bears. It has given itself out to the people just like I have and maybe it didn’t know any other way like I don’t, right now. So I write poetry during the forsaken autumn, to console my heart ever so gently only to place it on my tongue all over for the audience who could never return my love.