My suspect heart won’t let me rest
It thinks and thinks
And pokes and prods
When things are too good to be true.
A saving grace that sometimes
Is lightly begrudged.
intotheindigo
My muse's quiet amusement
My suspect heart won’t let me rest
It thinks and thinks
And pokes and prods
When things are too good to be true.
A saving grace that sometimes
Is lightly begrudged.
intotheindigo 
You have one of those hearts as well?
🙂 now if i only listened to it more