Heart sings a beautiful song.
Whispers in the breeze.
Whistling the tune.
Love is a famous thing,
Sometimes it has to break you.
To help you rebuild.
Something old to new.
To age, to mature.
It forever will beat.
Kicking like a drum in your chest.
You walk with its beat.
Love is a strange thing,*
It's shows its face in oddest places.
Sometimes right infront of you,
Sometimes in the corner spaces.
Though Love isn't for me now,
I see it down the road.
Perhaps a long while,
Perhaps shorter than I knew.
We will see.
Just something I wanted to post since my followers havent seen me for a while. It's on my mind, but down the road. Not for a while.