I carry two treasure chests in my being.
They’re engraved in gold
and a gift from soul.

First chest is kept in heart.
It carries love infused diamonds
of happiness and joy,
dreams and song,
peace and harmony,
that when opened dissolves sorrows.

Second chest is kept in mind.
It carries words infused with light.
Verses of rhyme for poetry.
Phases of visions for prose.
Jargon for stories to emerge,
that make pen dance.

How to unlock these strongboxes?
Simple, with the key of breath,
I carry in lungs at all times.

As feelings get deeper,

your heart gets heavier.

You feel it in your chest.

As they will burst
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   　　            ˚  ·   like a star　　　   ✫ ·  　　
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  　 . 　  　 · 　　
       ✵   in the universe. 　  　
·  . 　 　* *    ✦
　　　. 　✵  *  .

Hand on my armor, Hand on my chest
Asking me “Where you going?”
I got to get off this planet before I fall intoxicated by your lips
This armor’s not enough to protect me from your…
Hand on my armor, Hand on my chest
Asking me “What’s your name”
Take a seat, enjoy the show
But I know this armor’s not enough to protect me from
Falling into your vortex

I know I shouldn’t take a chance, sneak a peek at you
From my side of the couch
But I find myself wanting all your attention
Guess I’m just selfish, jealous
This must be how it feels to be in love
Think I like that I won your favor by just being myself
Tear off my armor, Unlock my chest?

A surgeon reaches down a path
And walks out with the heart of the woods

Be it beating slow or beating fast
The hikers pray
That the woodlot surgeon puts it back

In the heart of it
Where the woods still belong

Strong...as they once grew strong