Updated: Oct 19, 2022
The moral of the story is
As follows
When you're walking to the beat
Of someone else's heart
Your feet will trip quickly
Every skip
Of the beat isn't yours
It isn’t for
You
At all.
Throw it in the gar-bitch
Stitch your own heart
Back on your sleeve
And see how light she is
How warm
And strong
You are not wrong for hiding it away
But you are doing you
A dirty disservice
For forgetting how much she glows when you carry her.
Learn to swim or build a boat When you walk or wander into water You tread the waning tide For fear of drowning in the smallest moment
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