Sometimes Love

Sometimes love
Is like a bullet
Nestled deep
Inside my heart;
More risky
To remove
Than to hold onto;
Ever present;
Occasional shifts
Cause explosions of pain
But my heart keeps beating
Holds tight to it
Grows around it
And with it
The story of it
Over years
Over coffee
Over slowly burning embers

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