Published February 23, 2011
So, my lack of inspiration sucked me into a mood. But I'm out of the mood and trying to get back on track. Anyways, It might not be great, but it's something. Critics are welcome. --> Enter to poem.-->
My heart is in the top drawer
Beating quietly in the corner
I keep it here for safe keeping
Waiting for someone to brush off the dust
It's worn out, dirty
It's been torn apart, and glued back together
There are a few scrapes here and there
But if it really belongs to you none of that will mater
The beating is continuous, soft
If you hold it just right, you can feel it pounding through you
In time with your own
it's happiest at times like this
I want to give it to you, but i'm nervous
You have to promise to be gentile
You promise? Okay, hear it goes
it's in your hands now
When you get tired of it, the drawer is still open
What? You say you'll never get tired of holding it
No one has ever said that before
So I guess our hearts are beating together now
Forever
-AA
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First off, you spelled "heart" wrong in the title. Just thought you might want to know that.
It's rough, but heartfelt, and I can't help but respect that.
-Kafka
I'm not going to lie, I expected this to suck because you misspelled heart, but I found this simply amazing.
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