Rec | ANOTHER CHANCE - ROGER SANCHEZ

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both the song and the videoclip were love at first hear/sight for me. it resonated so much that it inspired me to write this poem: A heart too big You shouldn’t walk around with a heart too big Keep the love inside you hidden Don’t show it off like some brand-new jeans Mankind will be suspicious Women will be envious Men will be endangered Children confused You shouldn’t walk around with a heart that big Cover yourself up with layers of not caring Cover yourself up with layers of distance Cover yourself up with unfinished sente- Cover yourself up with keeping it cool Keep it cool, girl Don’t walk around with a heart so big Keep it small Just small-talk, no real talk Keep it casual Just casually cool, no overthinking nor -feeling Don’t walk around with a heart that shows Show skin, no emotions Show independence, not your doubts Show you don’t care, especially when you do Whatever you do - don’t walk around with no heart at all Believe in love, speak up Share your dreams but even louder your fears with some heart that big Grow and keep looking for another heart too big © MVM 02-2021

@merel

Feb 18, 2025

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