Tears on my hands
I want to lick them
Slowly off your cheeks
The last thing that you want
When your cheeks are flushed
I want you to know
In your heart of hearts
That when anything I say
hurts you in any way
It's not the way I meant it
I need to speak my truth
Without you jumping
To the first conclusion
The science of the heart
Is really more like art
And art provokes
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