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The Boy with a Baboon Heart

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Published: Jan 3, 2014

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The morning breeze blows through my yellowish curtains,
as my sleepy eyes adjusting to the ray of sun.
I could hear some blue jays playing never-ending tunes,
I love them tunes but my dizziness takes over them.

The morning winter welcomes me with its coldness,
I forgot to close the window again last night.
I could see two small footprints on my maroon carpet,
somebody must had been in my room last night or it was only me.

I got myself up and walk slowly to my open-window,
I couldn't take my eyes off of those black eyes, white owl.
For the first time, I let off my guard and let him see through my soul,
I am not afraid for this might be my last time.

My second winter with my "new" heart,
I put my left hand closer to my chest just to feel my heartbeat.
My second winter with my "heavy" heart,
I put my green blanket on, trying to warm myself.

I saw her again last night,
Yet, I couldn't recall whether she was in my room or in my dream.
I could feel her soft blowing through my hair,
she whispered something.

It's been two nights in a row,
I dream about her.
It's been two mornings in a row,
I wake up with my heart as if its trying to skip its beat.

I could not remember what it's like to be old me,
yet, the child in me is still there somewhere deep down.
I could not forget what it's like when you're around,
yet, I have never seen you.

or you just wont let me.