Poetry / But Maybe
If my hertbeat were only like the wind, Free and true.
It may not always be easy to look up when you are facing down,
stand tall, when you are on your knee's - watch leaves turn from green to brown.
Love is illusive, when your heary is heavy like stone, sinking when you need to swim.
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