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Tired Hearts
My heart is tired,
Of holding on the words,
It wants to speak,
To you,
In the dark of the night,
To only you,
Under the stars,
To just you,
While the moon shines.
But it holds on to them,
Because it’s too noisy,
The loud rhythm of the heart beating,
The kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in my stomach,
As you wait,
For the words to be said,
To you,
To only you,
To just you.
