Sitting in class
I draw my heart
I wish it were that simple
To give life to my art
I look out the window
And see you float by
I’d give you my heart
But I fear your reply
They say take a chance
Wear your heart on your sleeve
But I don’t want you to think
I’m so young and naive
Your eyes are so full
Of a life I had no role in
I see I must let go
To dull the pain I feel within
I will still draw my heart
And if you ask what it means
Ill reply with all truth
That it’s only a dream
Created 13th May 2009
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