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My Heart
Is full of all things green and gold, blessed by the sun with a gentle kiss, it was blown further than any leave on an crisp autumn day, by Boats it sails, by Bird its flown, It melts at the sight of her, Its wounds never heal, Alone with the sea, it is the last light in the west, doused in gasoline, bathed in blood, showered with flames, skewered with arrows, it sings in the early morn, dances in the dark, with music in my heart, with terror it rains, it walks in darkness, cowers in fear, dreams of untamed oceans, its reborn again and again, is blue moons dancing, is a breath that's true, it is nothing, it looks to you to see the truth, it's the color of your eyes, a strange you never knew, with faith onto you, it lives without you, it's a purple in every sunrise, is spring time rain, a thirst to quench, it lives lived, and deaths to be had, a prayer in the wind, whispers of a lovely face, its echo's on the mountain side, It's dangers at every turn, the surface of the sun, it desires you, and embellishes in greed, Its grass between your toes, the wind at your back, it's the devil at every door, an angel in every store, it's a verse to be read, it gives and gives, it protects, it shields, and harms and killed, eyes on fire, soothing pain, ease your strain, Its seeks you out, somewhere with you, is a bedtime story, it's holding hands, a cold summer night, a moment of weakness, a love poem that doesn't rhyme, a sonnet unwritten, a picture never taken, dreams of your perfume, angel eyes, comforts you, from far away, please don't cry, there still time, a restless night, it falls apart, is a scary dream, its failed attempts, its empty pockets and broken dreams, its arthritis in both knees, Its wrinkles on your face, lessons learned hard, with no need to go on, its happy singing along the way, a broken crown, a suffering unfelt, and woe to be had, its finished and were wishing we could start again, its blood in your eye, holding a new born lamb, its sweet goodbyes, broken bones, its full of life, painting on stones, the fountain in every youth, the biggest forest you ever seen, it's a hand extended, the bashful eyes that shine, the beginning and not the end, it's like burning leaves, a song for sinners, will someday be a fathers advice, a caring voice, its time well wasted, it's something you can never have, taste of your lips that haunt me still, it's the world coming to an end, it belongs to you, it's going nowhere, it's that leaving feeling, pushing me away, is the hopeless time I gave to you, it's a spark that starts the flame, the rain at your window late at night, is a prayer to be said, it's the question your asking me, the violin that plays on into the night, the soft stroke of piano keys, the feeling you get when all is right, it's familiar and undecided, it's a turn of a page, it's the death of the suns last rays, It's laying in the fields, This heart this heart of mine, it's the search of all things true, It's a part of you, as you are to me, it's a memory I want to forget, a thorn in my side, it's a head on your chest, the beat of a heart, the taste of sweat, the love that is made, its Russian roulette, this heart, this heart of mine, it's a smile so sweet, it's faded tattoos and wasted youths. This heart will always be true…

Description
My Heart
Is full of all things green and gold, blessed by the sun with a gentle kiss, it was blown further than any leave on an crisp autumn day, by Boats it sails, by Bird its flown, It melts at the sight of her, Its wounds never heal, Alone with the sea, it is the last light in the west, doused in gasoline, bathed in blood, showered with flames, skewered with arrows, it sings in the early morn, dances in the dark, with music in my heart, with terror it rains, it walks in darkness, cowers in fear, dreams of untamed oceans, its reborn again and again, is blue moons dancing, is a breath that's true, it is nothing, it looks to you to see the truth, it's the color of your eyes, a strange you never knew, with faith onto you, it lives without you, it's a purple in every sunrise, is spring time rain, a thirst to quench, it lives lived, and deaths to be had, a prayer in the wind, whispers of a lovely face, its echo's on the mountain side, It's dangers at every turn, the surface of the sun, it desires you, and embellishes in greed, Its grass between your toes, the wind at your back, it's the devil at every door, an angel in every store, it's a verse to be read, it gives and gives, it protects, it shields, and harms and killed, eyes on fire, soothing pain, ease your strain, Its seeks you out, somewhere with you, is a bedtime story, it's holding hands, a cold summer night, a moment of weakness, a love poem that doesn't rhyme, a sonnet unwritten, a picture never taken, dreams of your perfume, angel eyes, comforts you, from far away, please don't cry, there still time, a restless night, it falls apart, is a scary dream, its failed attempts, its empty pockets and broken dreams, its arthritis in both knees, Its wrinkles on your face, lessons learned hard, with no need to go on, its happy singing along the way, a broken crown, a suffering unfelt, and woe to be had, its finished and were wishing we could start again, its blood in your eye, holding a new born lamb, its sweet goodbyes, broken bones, its full of life, painting on stones, the fountain in every youth, the biggest forest you ever seen, it's a hand extended, the bashful eyes that shine, the beginning and not the end, it's like burning leaves, a song for sinners, will someday be a fathers advice, a caring voice, its time well wasted, it's something you can never have, taste of your lips that haunt me still, it's the world coming to an end, it belongs to you, it's going nowhere, it's that leaving feeling, pushing me away, is the hopeless time I gave to you, it's a spark that starts the flame, the rain at your window late at night, is a prayer to be said, it's the question your asking me, the violin that plays on into the night, the soft stroke of piano keys, the feeling you get when all is right, it's familiar and undecided, it's a turn of a page, it's the death of the suns last rays, It's laying in the fields, This heart this heart of mine, it's the search of all things true, It's a part of you, as you are to me, it's a memory I want to forget, a thorn in my side, it's a head on your chest, the beat of a heart, the taste of sweat, the love that is made, its Russian roulette, this heart, this heart of mine, it's a smile so sweet, it's faded tattoos and wasted youths. This heart will always be true…