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Mar 2013
If I toss it.
Would you catch it?
If it was hurt.
Would you try to heal it

Catch my heart and show me.
Show me, if you could love it.

For those that loves pain.
My heart isn't for you.
Never have been.
Never will be.

Catch my heart and cherish it.
Even if I'm only speaking.
I'm aware you can't touch it personally.
But your love can affect it.
Leave a great impression upon it.

So, catch my heart.
I'll be the pitcher.
And you'll be the catcher.
And we'll both manage it.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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