Jumpstart my Love 2/28/07
True heart,
how often do we find;
searching crowds;
so many mother's daughters defiled;
plucked like ripe fruit from trees;
true hearts where art thou?
foul is the soul that roams lost;
but joyous is the spirit that grazes in
forbidden pastures with born again bastards
while traveling in domestic whips;
True hearts come roll with me,
while I rock in my chair;
True Heart come talk with me,
listen to my poetry without judging me;
True heart,
why must you hate me so,
cutting me deep,
so deep my soul begins to leak;
feeling the dagger of truth
while I listen and gaze at you;
tasting my tears as you battle your fears;
True Heart where art thou?
staked out behind the bushes,
waiting my approach to grab the pulse
of my rhyme flow;
True Heart come enter my chest and
jumpstart my Love!
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Jumpstart my Love 2/28/07
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