My Heart is a ever changing landscape
Beating so fast, beating so slow
Loving with no reserve, hating with no restraint
Caring so much, then littered with apathy
I wake to hear the beat of the day, a melody of emotions
We venture into the days yonder, just me and My Heart
It's out of tune, he says
It's skipping a beat, she says
But It sounds so beautiful to me
It's not a perfect beat but its the sound It makes

I tell It to stop
I tell It to keep up the pace
I tell It to be something it's not
and so the days go
Morning after morning I batter It's rhythm
Night after night I remind it of It's faults, it's flaws
To arise, burdensomely drag It into the day
That's the kind of tune I like, he says
Now that's a beat I can dance to, she says
It's a perfect melody
But It's not mine

To My dearest Heart,
I know you no more
You have become a stranger in my bed
A face I have never seen
What have I done?
Why did I think the scars made you ugly?
Why did I hate your faults and flaws?
Could I ever have you back again?

I promise to let you be

The morning came as it always does
Just a little different
An offbeat rhythm
An out of tune instrument
The song of a fractured and damaged instrument
It was the most beautiful song I ever heard
Why?
Because it was mine and nobody can ever take that away from me