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A Quiet Upheaval
A Poem
falling in love —
oh, what does that mean to him
when he hasn’t got the time to spare
and his heart resides in a different box?
i thought nothing of it
because he was a fancy, a whim,
barely even a pasttime to fill the blank spaces —
but of course i was the fool in a different game entirely.
how do you love a man
who’s a fire of a different kind?
how do you love a man
who’s going to burn you first?
falling in love —
oh, what does that mean to me
when all the songs haven’t convinced me
and my heart stands in an arena all its own?
i thought nothing of it
when i heard his flyaway words
landing at the doorsteps of other lonely souls,
all craving some kind of release from their cages.
how do you love a man
who can never be caught?
how do you love a man
who’ll just go after the next prize?
