I Wanted To Be Your Heart

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 03, 2018

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I wanted to be your tenacious palms; when you wanted to climb the steep mountain,
I wanted to be your intricate eyes; when you desired to browse speedily through condensed literature,
I wanted to be your formidable teeth; when you wanted to passionately chew hard chunks of sugarcane,
I wanted to be your feet; when you felt exhausted; with marathon distances yet to be covered,
I wanted to be your knotted fingers; when you wished to inundate immaculate sheets of paper with infinite lines of script,
I wanted to be your skin; when you felt the blistering heat of the Sun; the steaming breeze burning your flesh,
I wanted to be your breath; when you felt suffocated; gasping to inhale in  claustrophobic cabins of the aircraft,
I wanted to be your memory; when you needed to scrupulously retrospect the past,
I wanted to be your laughter; when you danced around the room in stupendous exultation,
I wanted to be your stomach; when you were afflicted by monotonous constipation,
I wanted to be your rosy tongue; when you felt like boisterously screeching; expanding your lungs to top capacity,
I wanted to be your bones; when you felt dreary ready to collapse on the ground,
I wanted to be your nails; when you felt like inevitably scratching mundane paint from wall,
I wanted to be your confidence; when you were confronted all alone by a gang of unruly thieves,
I wanted to your inspiration; when life seemed cumbersome at every footstep; with the tyranny of fate besieging you every second,
I wanted to be your ability to fantasize; when you desired to of to blissful sleep,
I wanted to be your ravishing hair; which swirled with mesmerizing grace under
the fully opalescent moon,
I wanted to be your blood; flowing unrelentingly through your ocean blue veins,
I wanted to be your sweat; oozing profusely when you laboriously executed a plethora of household tasks,
I wanted to be your effusive tears; when you felt like sobbing in tribulation,
And over and above all; I wanted to be your heart; which was purer than the
most exquisite of gold; loved me more than anybody else inhabiting this earth.


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