Heart

Its funny

That even your name

Is written on my heart

And that's what you mean,

Little do you know

That

My heart

Becomes consumed with butterflies

And dragonflies

And fruit flies

And a monsoon of storms

That take control

Of my eternity

And yet

You don’t seem to know

Or do you?

Can’t you read my eyes

Of which every secret

Is hidden

Can’t you tell from these eyes

That Heart

Is written in them