Two hundreds feet,
my heart falls,
a distance,
long enough to break my bones,
and my heart still beats.
Ever wondered what is in your heart?
I guess you failed to realize,
the type of gel that keeps it from breaking into many pieces.
Love the heart gel,
a sponsor to walk with,
friend to rely on to.
Love is what keeps us moving,
and no wonder how hard you deny,
the answer will always be in that simple smile.
The one that extrudes when you see your friends
that is the love that holds us up to our fantasies.
