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Still, At Last

My fickle heart is confused.

 

For it longs for a place to call home, but much like a drone

It aimlessly drops bombs while moving along

 

My fickle heart is confused.

 

For it never had a reason to stop and stay

Much like the wind, it prefers to swing and sway

 

My fickle heart is confused.

 

For it's familiar with the motions of its ever-changing cruise

But you came along its path, and stopped it in its tracks

 

My fickle heart was confused.

 

Changing its beat while it roamed a few feet,

And then it met you, found love and it's muse

 

My heart is no longer confused.

 

A wanderer in every sense

The moment it found you was its biggest suspense

 

It was you all along, the words to my song

My heart remained still ever since

 

-Bobbie Leigh

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Written by
bobbie-leigh-nelson
Afghan
Published
Nov 14, 2014
Lines·Words
18·140
Notes

The moment you realize you've found the one.

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#love#heart#true#wanderer#fickle
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