heart chakra

I fall in love with what I can not see
It’s true
It’s true

Your green heart bursting with seeds
Bury them
Bury them

Under the mud and the rotting leaves
Be quiet
Be quiet

A song is waiting silently
To be born
To be born

Throw your body into the ground
I know you want to love
But you don’t know how
Swallow the dirt
and the unborn songs
‘Til they vibrate your heart
And mangle your soul
Don’t speak to me until you can sing
Talking is murderous and unclean

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