This chest is too small
And my heart is too big
For it to hold correctly
And it strains my muscles
And bends my ribs ajar
With its constant beating
Like a hummingbird in wing
Though she be but little, she is fierce – William Shakespeare
This chest is too small
And my heart is too big
For it to hold correctly
And it strains my muscles
And bends my ribs ajar
With its constant beating
Like a hummingbird in wing