Hearts Play

Dreams of you and I got me thinking..
maybe you are the one for me.
I keep telling myself you're the one I deserve
the one that I should always want..
but my heart's a rebel
and it's calling for other people in my reach
Why is it that we can't stick to one feeling, one person, one love?
We take advantage of what's right in front of our eyes
and cry when it's gone.
I guess hearts are meant to be broken
if that's the way it plays.

by Chaotic Life aka Curly Mer

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The heart craves more than it will ever have. Great poem.