Heart’s song

“This morning, I sat down,
My heart pounding’s the only sound
Keeping me company then and now,
Echoing my thoughts in and out.

Disciplined beating drum,
Never misses, never skips,
Only races when it pleases
Or whenever your eyes it meets.

Casual encounters,
Brief tortures,
Result in staccato problems –
Tongues tied leaving speechless tons of lovers.

And the heart hurts before it gets tired,
It longs even before goodbyes have been spoken,
Preparing itself for its singsong to resemble
Wishes made upon stars and angels in heaven.”

Ana.

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