By Will Schmidt

All this time,
Of tears

The feeling of having happiness

Yet the heart beats on

At first just surviving
Pumping blood

But soon the cold is cast out
Warmth wriggles her fingers around veins

The beat speeds
Cheeks flush
Limbs tingle

But will it last
Does the heart know caution

Or does it speed forward
Like a runaway wagon
Reigns flapping wildly in the air
Driver already ditched
Horses running to their doomed content

The first kiss is always sweetest,
Like the first taste of honey to a blind man

The kiss that restores life
To a beating heart long devoid of

A smile sparked it all.


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