The Heart That Beats Inside Me

The heart that beats inside me, had gone through it all.

It had gone through the painful goodbyes.

It had shed tears for another.

The heart that beats inside me, was a storyteller.

It could have also become a cheerleader, teacher, and advice giver if asked.

This heart of mine could also love unconditionally and taunt daringly.

I was indebted to this heart of mine, this anchor of mine.

Nothing was as pure or raw as this heart of mine.

This heart that beats inside me had kept me alive.

She was this heart of mine.

 

 

 

1 Comment

  1. So beautiful! I’m sorry I’m only getting to browse through your blog now but you’re a beautiful writer 🙂 Please keep writing!

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