Disloyal heart
She thought I was disloyal,
My heart needed oiling.
Some player out to pitch his next stake.
No some say I´m taken, like my life is in stone.
Yet I´ve made no wife of her despite sharing a home.
Should my heart be like clockwork?
Do my man glands own me?
No the free aorta has no perks,
Or ears to hear my pleas!
Where blood flows to get back the oxygen,
Joy or sorrow explode into different emotion,
Sentiment´s widths are measured fat and thin.
Fooling yourself, new age guilt free autodeception.
Disloyal heart every beat´s a lie.
Heals at snail pace despite every tear you cry.
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