My unsad heart likes to overflow

My unsad heart likes to overflow

I don’t how to be truly sad
Nor do I know how to be truly happy
My range is extraordinary

In moments, and unexpectedly so
But in general, I’m
An emotional lie that walks
I don’t talk very much
But my face has a heart

And my sleeves have flowers
But finally there is no difference
Emotion is a social conduit

Fine, it’s trampled me asunder
Like a poem that never ends
All these faces remind me
Of phrases I haven’t written yet
I’m alive in florescence

Unified in theory, divided
In the shyness and immaturity
I don’t know how to be truly social

Nor do I yearn to be truly
Not alone: it’s hard to define identity
Like a uselessly full glass of ourselves.

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8 thoughts on “My unsad heart likes to overflow

  1. i love description of oneself, so colourfully metaphoric, cheers darling, please and thank you for allowing me to meet you!

    • I think the caring heart is inborn like an instinct, but too harsh an environment can easily stunt it’s natural expression (being an evolutionary tool itself)….

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