I am a less common key
digitized to hide amongst numbers
yet civilized enough to be seen
by nobody who cares to caress
the innocence I project upon my sleeve
spitting words into formations
of this heart
I am eagerly aching
you
to believe
in something honestly
resting upon your heart
the magnetic circumstances
constantly pulling me apart
as breathless begs
hope hiccups
my heart spins
in chromatic color of light
projecting truths that are scattered
rearranging myself
for the fight
of a less common key
falling from the start
and the unexpected pull
of the beating
from your heart