If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,
Not only would the oh oh turn into a be be
But my mind would also bubble up with bliss
as the mere idea of You emerges every time
I breathe in…
If my heart pumps bubbles instead,
Then I’d rather want to take a look inside
And go for a discovery journey, on a private
bubble boat…only to bump into other bubbles
there and see through the prismic crowds of
Bubble Land…
If my heart pumps bubbles,
It would light up with colors
Yet remain so transparent.
It might have got used to being broken,
along with every breaking bubble.
If my heart pumps bubbles instead of blood,
It would dare to fly out of its universe…
Along with the air leaving the bubble system
Only to come back to its only universe
And cherish the heavens that created
That bloody heart of mine-
without a single bubble!
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