Hearts overworked
Are like a cesspools of pain
Just how I feel
This moment
Overworked, overwhelmed,
Under siege. Not being
Quick about love
Just lonely and longing
Once more, for the hands
The eyes, this time
I fear, I will lose
Lose You
Because I am being slow
And my heart is overworked
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