Poetry: “My heart”

A discussion with my inner self.

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Poetry: “My heart”

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My heart

 

I carry my heart upon my sleeve

Though it’s a foolish act

To let it sit so openly

Exposed to all that harm

 

I carry my nerves upon my skin

Where they throb and pulse

They swell with all my troubles

Until they’re fit to burst

 

I carry my hopes upon a string

Like a kite they flutter high

Though when the weather turns on me

My dream kite crashes down

 

I carry my dreams upon my tongue

Both the bitter, and the sweet

I let them linger in my mouth

Until they are forced away

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