My heart is open twenty-four hours,
Come on in, if you'd like to see?
Here's the guest rooms and the houses,
Stay, if you like, and have some tea.
It's always open twenty-four hours,
I've never known anything but.
It hurts a little when people leave,
But I guess I'm used to that.
You seem surprised- twenty-four hours
Seems like it must be a lot.
But I would never close the entrance
To anyone who wants to stop.
You see, I chose twenty-four hours
Because of one who made me pop.
Their simple smile and eyes like flowers,
Suddenly, my heart just stopped.
And now I see twenty-four hours
May seem great if they will stay.
But they don't always want to love
It bleeds when they go away.
And now it bleeds twenty-four hours,
I just can't seem to stem it up.
So I just toast twenty-four hours,
And hope they too will raise a cup.
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Alive - Original Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of original poetry, written by me. I do not allow any one to repost my work anywhere, so if you see any stolen work on other websites or anything, please tell me and I will sort it. Thank you. This is poetry that is written by a perso...
