Pockets of my heart, keep opening their zippers
Wiping my eyes , closing the loose clippers.
Array of thoughts pass and by-pass,
Shower of those rain drops lay on my dead grass.
Not being natural self I begin to write
Finding no end I started the fight.
Pockets of my heart, making me miser
Churning my love before it gets finer.
Opening from bottom they lost as I think
Pockets of my heart keeping her feelings in.
They dont talk they dont share
Still they all know and do care.
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