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The passion of my heart.
Could wear the river rocks to dust.
Relentless like the tides of moons.

The passion of my heart.
Could break the worldly chains.
That drown us in misery.

The passion of my heart.
Burns with invisible fire.
Molten and ferocious.

The passion of my heart.
Bridges the gaps between galaxy's.
Just to feel you close again.

The passion of my heart.
Inconceivably large.
Rivaling the Sun and the stars.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015

Slightly different... Better? Than the original.
 May 2015 Heather Anderson
Ally
I knew from the very first moment that you would break my heart. It was part of your charm, I thought I was ready to be broken again, mostly because I thought you would put me back together after. I should have known that people like you come in like a hurricane, leaving everything in ditty ruins.
 May 2015 Heather Anderson
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Soul
 May 2015 Heather Anderson
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I have a poets soul,
I am willing to bleed my heart out
Onto blank paper
But the prospect
Of speaking my mind
Leaves me shaking.

This soul
Is thousands of years old,
I have lived a lifetime after lifetime
And have died a hundred times over
Yet the thought of the grave
Shakes me, inside and out.
"For some strange logic,

You seem to be the only constant idea out of all my lingering thoughts.

Oh, how I wish you were here instead of in my head"
Ivy Botticelli
 May 2015 Heather Anderson
anon
Should I be prepackaged in rolls of bubble wrap
Placed nicely in a box labeled FRAGILE
wrapped in layers of caution tape?
Should I come with an instruction manuals and tagged "HANDLE WITH CAUTION"
To others I'm easily broken
But to me I'm incredibly durable
Maybe the only sign I should have is
WORK IN PROGRESS
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