The heart keeps beating through pain and adversities of what we call life . My tears express the aches of this lonely heart of mines . The whole world looks as IF it's in peace, but my world is crumbling. Glance in the mirror woundering if the beats will ever change, grief greet me at my front door. I want to run but there's no where to hide. Failure has become my middle name, can't let no one see the enter me. Because all that is hidden must come to light and foolishly waiting and expecting all awhile ddecading inwardly . The pounding of my heart beats loud which which asure me i am still alive. The heart ack and heart brake creates a rhythm and the heart beat on. staring at my window pane wondering if storm will end, If love is blind ; I rather not see. Leave my heart at the window and hope&belief at the living room door seal. Where is it shelter by past hurt.