It's Your Heart Too
Passion _ cold as hell
possessed for the things
you loved so well
even the birds sings
breathing the air _ as fresh
as it is, but more to it
living afar from the flesh
dejection and delirium _ more
to hit
it’s loving against all odds
and the heart still desire,
watching your skin shrink as we
grow old
more and more to give and
aspire.
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