My heart is beating,
a consistent drum,
to which I sing to,to which I hum.
My heart is beating,
to our every greeting,
to our every meeting,
to our every fleeting.Thump, thump!
it cries,
Thump, thump!
I sigh.I wish you would see me,
with my own eyes.
Eyes that see youwith a special kind of light.
My heart is beating,
a consistent drum,
to which I sing to,
to which I hum.My heart is beating,
to our every greeting,
to our every meeting,
to our every fleeting.Oh, how I wish you saw me,
with the same beating heart,
the same leering eyes,
with the same flying feelings.
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PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.