Ode to Chelsea
Whos heart I do see
The wanting
The tugging
The needing to be free
The love it wants to give
Cant be measured in size
But once it recieved
You'll feel so alive
Ode to the heart
The bleeding hearts of sorrow
The ones that feel only pain
The ones that stop tomorrow
Fill them up with light
There is no need for plight
With a pure of soul in company
Death itself wont come for me
The safty of knowing
Cradled in the arms
In this pure heart
There's no chance of harm
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