Be My Heart (Part 2) Poem by Vathalia Mae

I don't ask much
Sometimes it only takes one little touch
To fix the biggest matter
And i blame it on the latter

For I have no heart of that I am almost certainly sure
So I look upon you
To find something more secure
A mere question echos In my chest
Forever I lack sleep for the heartless recieves no rest

Venture more I say
There will come a day
Surely hold onto my rib cage, do not sway
Use all your might as I pray

I cannot open myself
I have not a clue
Maybe my heart was left on a shelf
Maybe its slightly left askew

I feel a slight tug in my chest and know its you
Is this love? I shout
For many are called but chosen are few
I find myself not having a doubt...