Vagabond Heart
By: Devin Cade

Feeling so many things, 
as much as a heart can feel...
Weeding though thoughts for use, 
and thoughts to conceal.

I appear to have found
what I’ve been looking for all along.
Yet there is something missing,
like a note missing from a song.

And it’s really starting to show,
because she’s beginning to know.
Last night without me saying a word,
she asked me not to go.

And if I did,
to please let her know.
And for that, "through my eyes,"
she began to glow. 

It blew my mind
that she’d think that way.
Therefore leaving me
with little to say.

Except but with a feeling;
"Is it me thinking too much?"
Or if I was leaving, 
"Am I looking for a crutch?"



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