Itsy love bitsy


Itsy Love bitsy

The heart has the need

Soul enjoys the warmth

Encourages the spirit to reach out

So small can’t be seen

A selfish minute on the universe clock

Many still search

Wondering this is so good there has to be more

The happiness becomes dull need more

Sorry no local dealers

Our nature’s way of keeping the future going

An instinctual equation for the lucky ones

No smell no taste, so sweet and savory

When it’s good so euphoric

Becomes bad so toxic, heart still connects

One of humans’ gift or curse

A virus of the heart, terminal for logic

Itsy love bitsy
 
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