Heart
be still
the mind begins to fill to find
the overflow from head to toe
not enough
it spreads from where it all began
so this is my plan
Heart
are you listening to me?
I command you
in your constant motion
your private ocean
Be still!!
(it does not listen)
I know the heart has a mind of its own
weeping and sighing a tragic moan
of heartache
every smile I fake
every tear I try to deny
leaves the impression of its lie on my eye
though I don't cry
ever enough to satisfy
this red, powerful organ with all the emotion
of a vast, private ocean
Be still, damn it
But wait, what am I saying?
If it did as I said
I'd be dead....
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