Heart, why do you give yourself away without a hand to take it?
Heart, why can you not seem to comprehend love is more than what you make it?
Heart, you're friendlier than me.
Heart, tell me your secrets, tell me how you love so easily.
You. Yes, eyes reading,
speeding,
feeding upon my thoughts and feelings.
My heart says hello and wants to have coffee.
This is a weird poem.
Nothing even rhymes with poem.
Let's get deep.
Heart, read em and weep.
Wait for a hand to sweep me off my feet..
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