Tales of the heart (Obsession or Lust)

Does the rain fall only when there’s a cloud?
Does loneliness exist with the proud?
Cut your feelings into a string or thread,
lay your truth to blink not on its bed.

Be careful what your heart May have said,
the pain of knowing, horrors it may shed.
Do not allow yourself to be loud,
Let not greed be endowed.

For the sky pour tears when the cloud become blankets,
Loneliness is a life for all men in the banquet.
If your heart is gauged, watch it
it can prick itself to hate while love wants to eat.

Ruddapoet