My Heart Is Not An Object
My heart is not an object
but it can feel every word you say
My heart cant be held nor fondled
but it is touched by you each day
My heart can't bleed or break in two
but it cries out loud for your I love you's
My heart can't hide in the shadows
it isn't worn out upon my sleeve
My heart can't be ripped out
turn blackened or dead
nor take over for thoughts in my head.
My heart is not an object
but for you it fondly beats
when you come close
and squeeze me real tight
it thumps ever so sweet
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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