Hearts Slip. Sometimes hearts slip, And it’s okay. We squeeze them close, Behind the safety of our rib cages, But they weren’t made to handle the pressure, So they lose all their love And become dry, like leftover paint sponges.
We hold them out, In hope that the one, At the corner bookstore, The one who said hello, Will have the heart to keep two Beating hearts from breaking. But hearts weren’t meant to handle all that pressure, So they give out like balloons That soaked in the burning bright light for too long.
We hold them just right, Share them just right, But it’s never really just right. Because your heart may look just right To you, But your heart doesn’t look just right To them-- The dry parts, sad parts, All the less than perfect parts, Are a little too less than perfect For them to ignore.
But for what it’s worth, I think I like that about you. The fact that when you smile You get a little bit nervous (Yeah, I noticed.) When you dance, You forget how to speak. When you write, You forget how to stop. When you stop, You get a lotta bit angry. When you get upset, You forget how to smile. At the start of something new, Because too many times Hearts slipped, And it wasn’t okay.
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