Heart Pangs

God gave you a Heart
Your Heart pangs over another
Another lost life
Another life born
Another Heart stolen
Another Heart betrothed
Your Heart incessantly pangs
You worry more for it stopping over aching, than it stopping over disease
My Heart pangs for what isn't mine
My arms long to hold the thing that's right in front of me
My arms retract with the thought of offensiveness
My eyes become my Hearts brain
Considering that what is on the outside may affect the Heart of the matter
The truth in love is challenged when the brain questions its validity
I just suffered a Heart attack

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