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Blind faith comes easy to me, I reckon
No, not idolatry, no black cats,
Nor bleeding lemons.
But a beating heart connects
More magically than
Iron and a magnetic core.
Sigh! my bleating heart,
For it has been dealt several a blow.
All for a folly, a fault
To believe that twinkle in someone's eye;
A typo in the poem of my heart
Flawing the flow of a defeated life...
Words merely scrap at the surface,
A whole iceberg of emotions lie beneath.
Can I go back?
To my momma's arms,
To the warmth and smiles
Instead of the ice storms and cold darts.
Wish it were that easy
To get a magic eraser...
Oh! All for a folly, a fault
To believe that twinkle in someone's eye.