Trying to express the drum of my heartMature

A million songs
or poems
or movies
or words
couldn't tell you
I want
to say
it shouldn't
be so difficult
to find some way
to express it
more than
a padlock
on a bridge
of secrets
or hushed breath
on pink skin
more than playlists
full of-
full of music
that doesn't always
Get close
to my rapid heartbeat
against a wall
to a clipboard-
a small yellow shirt
and poptarts
in empty rooms
I don't know
that the warmth
and peace
and passion
and delight
and paradise
that comes
with you
can be expressed.
the sleepy eyes
and laughter
following every
in love statement
and elated touches
will be enough.

The End

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