My Thoughts Think Ill Of My Heart - Poem by Louise McVicar
Condescension for my heart
My thoughts, they punish me
for dreaming that such a love could be.
How could one body be so conflicted,
My heart just so hopeful,
My head so insecure.
My heart sometimes races to my mouth in a fit of emotion.
'I love...' I begin. And Stop.
'I don't love anyone.' Says my head.
'I have none to call my own.'
But my heart is still full.
How can it be so?
Such satisfaction for so little cause.
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