Monday, April 23, 2012

My silly heart.

My silly heart, I fear has run away again.
Set off dancing in the breeze,
unaware of logic or reason,
 abandoned to reality.

My silly heart run as fast as you can,
spread your wings and soar,
only tell me when you decide to come back again,
so I can make sure you don't fall to the floor.

My silly heart has a mind of its own,
and with it comes joy to spend,
only I hope my heart stops being so silly,
so that I can be content.

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