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I frown at my heart...

To my heart...

A heart worn ragged from the tempest,
Thumping on vulnerably with age,
In my desire to set it free,
I threw wide open the doors agape,
…And watched as it just sat in its cage,
 
I called out but the wind stole my note,
Before it was sent on vibration,
And yet, you still turned to look my way,
While you were still walking on yours,
Causing fluttered anticipation.
 
So still my heart stays lying in place,
Thumping sadly looking at my face,
And looking down toward him I know,
I have laid so much in him to waist,
I frown at my heart ever-ly displaced.
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