Your heart


They all want your heart
This confused piece of meat
which beats inside of you.
Or Nothing,
except perhaps
a small tryst or
deep kiss in the park.
Friendship?
All well in good in intention
Yet execution
is a muddled thing.
When the heart beats
of its own volition
No permission granted,
it takes from you
the choice.
So best leave it be,
this seeming
intention.
Your heart, your heart.
It sits heavy
oh so heavy
take it out
drop it
and it would
dent the Earth
And someone
would come along,
stumble and fall.
Best leave it hidden
this heart.
For when has it
ever
really done you
any good.

by Philip Wardlow 2017

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