#44 – Hey, are you a cardiologist?
My heart is used to circulating blood.
Then, it stirs crazily like a stormy ocean on a bright evening (March 5).
I don’t know how to swim,
I drown in your clear eyes and shiny smile.
I don’t know how to climb,
I am stuck at the bottom of those dimples.
The orange sun is faded,
But there is still a blue twilight sky reflected from your Oxford button-down.
You loose a button,
I lose a pulse.
Oh, my sick and miserable heart,
Be still.
I hate unrequited love, even though I always encourage people to express their true feelings.
Having 50% of success is better than nothing.
Finally, it comes to me.
Now I can’t think straight.
Hey, are you a cardiologist?
My heart beats again.
In mourning for the decease of my boring biological heart function, please bring me Daffodils.
So, my sick and miserable soul can be healed.
If you don’t, then I won’t.
My heart goes back to its own job.
Mickey
- Initial: May 4, 2024
