I am not made of a doleful heart wrapped in boyish charm that you eye with remorseful regard. Rather my heart is like a glow stick love; snap it right down the middle and it will still light up your world.
I am not made of the fibre, the one that makes people whisper sweet lies in your ear, just to see that beautiful smile. I would rather love to see the sweat on you brow while you toil day in day out to be a better person than yesterday. You are welcome to break bread in my arms today for yesterday's labour.
I am not made of the soul that finds recluse in loneliness. It's always in flight searching for interesting things to do, lovely things to be created, sweet memories to be made. It is a chore to keep up with my soul, but I really wish your soul has wings to fly too. For dragging a barrel across the oceans is not a seagull's bearing.
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