I was suddenly conscious
of my fugacious youth
and my passing thoughts
so fragile and unbalanced-
nothing makes sense.
My heart is innocent.
It knows not of love
or heartbreak
and is simply in dormant
patient,
waiting for something
to excite it.
One day I'll hold my heart
in my hands,
watch it beat furiously
then pass it to my lover.
We'll exchange innocent hearts
and forever belong
to each other.
For if I'm not to
feel alive
with a heart full of love
why live at all?
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Stardust
PoetryIt's a well known fact we all descend from stardust. What's to stop us from going back? {because I'm in love with the sky}
