Why don’t you captivate my emotion into the soul that drains the fluidity of pure empathy, pure attraction.

Why don’t you compress the brick walls that surround the figure looking for a heartbeat of something other than a rush of blood.

Why don’t you pick up the fear and anguish cradled inside a teardrop of life and turn it into a warm hand that is held.

Why don’t you take the stories of empathy from the trees that fall in the unloved woods.

Why don’t you stand where the heart is true. Where the love that is being searched for is in front of the camera that captures all of life’s endeavors.

Why don’t you.

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