the oh hello’s – hello my old heart

And the clouds cleared and the sun looked down lazily heating the day casually and we find ourselves on a Saturday strumming melodies, bah da buh, bah da buh, bah da buh, in the quest to pull my old heart out of the coffee caffeine heating winter and the spring of my mind and my eyes for summertime, I glaze past the lyrical longing for an old heart and peel the blood red layers of pumping valves and Valentine art, and hum along to the bah da buh’s and bah da buh’s past the winter time war.



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