Free verse № 3126
My Heart's Not Built Like That
My heart does not pulsate,
Nor dance;
To anyone's tune.
Instead, it creates.
And sometimes,
It re-creates its own.
I can hear
The first faint strains
Of a symphony of
Melancholia;
Coming from its
Four heavy chambers.
And it is writing
A song for you,
It is waiting
To drown you;
In between
Peaks, and swells,
And fluid transcendence,
In the only way
My heart knows
How to beat.
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