My poetic, ever vital *****
The loving heart
Was born with a deformity
It is crippled
For it only ever beats
Muted rhythmic thumps
It pumps blood and oxygen
But not love
And unfortunately my brain cannot
Produce such feelings
Nor steer my life as
Love might do
So I live; ever crippled
By odd deformity
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 9:00 PM UTC
My poetic, ever vital *****
The loving heart
Was born with a deformity
It is crippled
For it only ever beats
Muted rhythmic thumps
It pumps blood and oxygen
But not love
And unfortunately my brain cannot
Produce such feelings
Nor steer my life as
Love might do
So I live; ever crippled
By odd deformity
I do believe this denies science.
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