Cardiac claustrophobia

There she runs
To make a new friend
She’s got something to say
To share, borrow and lend
With a smile like the sun
And her heart full of fun
Who can resist?
Not me, for one
Each one is special
Each one must have room
In her warm, spacious heart
My pulsating tomb
I want to stand at the door
To each blood-lined chamber
Checking IDs
Denying every non-member
Cos I’m scared that one day
I’ll be left with no space
And suffocate in her heart
Like any other blank face.

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