Listen to Your Heart

Wed, 03/04/2015 - 21:11 -- bcd500


When I feel like I am just playing the part, 

I turn and listen to the rhythym of my heart.

Each beat lets me know I am still alive, 

Every day I have a reason to strive. 

Life has a terrible beauty,

Full of what-ifs and could-bes.

Memories are gifts of the past,

I never know which moments will last.

People come and people go,

Just like the tide's ebb and flow.

A precious few will leave their gift,

The sweet ache of an unhealing rift. 

I would not trade my bittersweet melody,

For any other symphony.

My life is mine alone to live, 

And my heart is mine alone to give. 




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