Your heart is an ugly lump
Full of veins and ventricles
That pound and pump.
You can't stand the sight of love
It's soiled and it's awful
Make you feel undone.
Still you chase girls
Fall for boys
Making passion and noise.
Not knowing what you'll feel
Hoping if it's something
It's something unreal.
In turn, your chest gets kicked
Apparently, after all
your skin ain't thick.
So naive is your ugly lump
Always looking up
To a brighter sun.
Never watches it step
To see where it's going
Hopes this is the right direction,
The direction it's flowing.
Hold on, because
Here
We
Go.
Falling into young romances
Taking leaps and taking chances.
Take my hand.
Take my hand.
Take my hand.
Understand.
I hope this isn't real, again.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Ugly Lump
Posted by The Littlest Liv at 5:01 PM
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