The Heartist
You feel it in every sentence
You wear it on your sleeve
You paint with it, long strokes and curves
You sing with shades of passion and
You feel it shudder with every shadowy footfall echoing out of sight
You counterfeit it and shout the news from rooftops
You place it in a flag
You write it into every verse
You feel it beat with foreign rhythm
You feel safe when it knows the key
You colour phrases and it beats a rainbow in the roof of your mouth
You pay with it for every botched line and dropped note
You choose to paint your heart on your sleeve
Your curse; to bear it for all to see
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