heart - Blackout Poetry Notes

All I Want

Listening to my heart,
you are
all I want.

I've wanted to write
but a book would be
the proverbial bird in
gilded cage,
for fear it might disappear
and empty her heart.

You bewitched me.
You're making my heart
pound freely,
about to explode.

My heart appeared
in a savage ferocity
and the affections unalterably,
all his.

It was quite true,
some poets
have a blind craving
for a complete evolution
of heart and spirit.

My heart, it broke,
but on a warm spring day
of sunshine
I realized my feelings
have come back
all it took was the touch
of passionate love.

My soul, my mind, my heart.
The bleeding parts
cauterized,
and I stopped being afraid.
It is freedom.

Go be a light in
the world,
with a certain
right sort of heart.

My heart needed
new dreams,
a peaceful big change,
a new life.

In her heart
the strange potency
she felt
a sudden flame of wonder
only to be near him.