Heart at Free

When your heart sits knotted in a ball,

You know something is wrong.



Punching the wall wont help,

And kicking the bed will just hurt your poor toes.

Flipping through all the pictures you've taken,

And stare sadly at the pictures of him.



Is that all you can think about?

Is he the only one that fills your head?

Just nod and sigh,

Because you know there's no denying to that.



You simply love everything about him,

Even the bad qualities!

From the way he smiles in his sleep,

To the way he swears in frustration.



He is all you need right now,

To set your heart free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just something to think about. Dedicated to all the chickas who can feel this poem.

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