Hey Dear Poet, Before it turns sour; For one last time Fuck that metaphor!
Y’know…
If I had a heart, I'd lose it to you; If I had a soul, I know who it'd choose; If I had feelings gushing through, I'd call it love But I wouldn't know what to do. 'Coz darling I'm a fallen feather; Fleeting around, never settling down.
