Too big
My heart is too big for my chest,I know this, it is not a lie,
everytime it beats,
I have more sound
than anyone around.
I feel it physically,
in the breath that
you caught on my lips,
it drained all the energy
and my ribs were
made of yours.
And when I am soft,
lying, pillowing my heat,
I feel more than a beat,
a tornado that gushes
and I am spun,
flung.
My heart is too big,
my chest caves
in its presence
and I can barely breathe,
heave a moth from a shelf,
I have music
in the arteries
they, so loud,
am I allowed to cough?
Poetry by Mercedes
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Written on 2011-06-10 at 20:45
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