Pull out my heart
And give it to you
So you could see
How a heart in love
Looks like
I would happily
Do it...
Perhaps you could
Attach it to your own
And feel what true love
Feels like...
Instead you probably
Will sell it for some cash
And totally miss the point.
I would still give it to you
Anyways.
You see, it is not for me
To tell you
What to do with the gift
Once is given it is for you
To do what it pleases you to do!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, April 15, 2019
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