there is no point
in giving me
your heart,
if you still hold on
to the key.
why lock it up
behind those
morose walls,
so I can only feel
a faint pulse,
a faint throb
of life?
why not set it free,
so it can roam
the heavens
and the earth,
dancing, resting,
whispering
the songs
it so wants to keep?
like a golden leaf
riding a wave
of pure celebration
as it flows
into unknown worlds,
with its pulse,
its heart
upon those
sleeves of green.
in giving me
your heart,
if you still hold on
to the key.
why lock it up
behind those
morose walls,
so I can only feel
a faint pulse,
a faint throb
of life?
why not set it free,
so it can roam
the heavens
and the earth,
dancing, resting,
whispering
the songs
it so wants to keep?
like a golden leaf
riding a wave
of pure celebration
as it flows
into unknown worlds,
with its pulse,
its heart
upon those
sleeves of green.
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