My heart
The beating troublemaker
Inside my chest
He thinks for me
And causes confusion
I fall for girls
That he won’t let me talk to
I do good things
That he doesn’t explain
For once in my life
I would like to think
Without my heart
But then
I wouldn’t exist
This is another poem from my Israel trip when I was 18. Keep my age in mind when you read this. I was still in the love struck teenager phase.
Legends of Windemere 
Ha! Loved that. You made me remember my poems which I used to write two years back.. think I must look for them.. they must be stowed somewhere around.
But seriously the poem well expresses a young man’s agony in search of love. A very sweet interpretation indeed. 🙂
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Thanks. Searching for love is always agonizing. Guess it wouldn’t be so special if it was easy.
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Yes, it seems like that only.
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You must’ve been pretty wise back then. When I was 18, I couldn’t write a poem. 😆
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I think I was lucky. Poetry was taught to me in school since elementary school. That was mostly small rhymes, haikus, and limericks.
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I like the way the ending implies that heartless people don’t exist. 🙂
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Everyone has a heart. Not everyone uses it.
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That’s when it becomes 3 sizes too small. 🙂
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That sounds painful. Poor Grinch.
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Very profound!
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Awe, this made me sad. You need an Ionia hug.
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Thanks. It was a rough time in Israel when I wrote that one.
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You were going to tell me about that sometime.
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Yeah. Need to find time to tell you those stories like I promised.
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You do!
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I’ll be on a flight first thing in the morning to tell you the stories and then fly right back home. That might be more effective than Skype.
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F*cking skype has been a huge pain in the ass ever since these storms started. I keep hanging up on everyone.
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I know it acts up for me when a storm is in the area. Even if it isn’t a big storm.
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Frustrating, isn’t it?
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Excruciatingly. Especially when you’re telling stories and get to the suspenseful part.
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And then….bedoop
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Followed by either a ‘bloody skype’ or ‘fucking skype’ message.
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Nice! And true as well. Always enjoy your writing Charles!
Hugz to you
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Thanks. Hugs. 😀
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