The Heart Knows by Priyal Panchal
Why don’t I ever bite that dog in return?
Why is that spider spinning webs of sorrow never shun?
Why do I give that parasite right over my body?
Why don’t I fly away like a bird set free?
Why can’t I recognize that chameleon’s lies?
Why don’t I stop being nice to that mice?
Why do I always call myself his?
Oh my heart
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