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***The heart's tale***Her legs tremble and her hands shiver Within a bathroom closed door on the phone Her eyes keep tight close just to find strength She receives the fight or flight Her heart beats faster as though lightning strikes Malgré tout As crystal clear she lays her words out For months she roams around With the heart poking her to the tell tale She tries to goof around Ignore hearing the message That her heart beats to speak to her désolée mais. When the heart is filled with feelings it needs to come clear A transparent glass she chooses to be As she wants you to look through her With no more dangling question mark Except for the interrogation tale Which she's willing to detail Et définitivement Bring to a period mark. © 2011 by _Patricia Etienne All rights reserved Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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