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...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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