my heart, i'll never see
how everything beating and bleeding.
a childish wish, anatomy research,
a mystery our sacred bodies holds.so have you ever wished to go inside a heart?
to see everything beating and bleeding,
how arteries
and strings
and veins
carry the orange juice away,
blushing
and bursting to odds and ends.my heart, i never known
we're too helpless to use our eyes.
and in a temper midsummer heat
we can only envision it.
as the sky's darken with rage,
as if glim lost it's color yellow,
we'll discover it all was a lie,
aftersound of the modern age.
a treacherous afterglow,
the most misleading outrageous rumor.but my heart, do we create love
or vandalize it?i will never know.
i will never see.
and my heart,
i will never be.
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Poetrycompilation of nonlinear internet-influenced poetry about being young and in love and being betrayed, growing up and life celebration