Grandmother Willow said listen to your heart, you will understand but when it pounds all I want to do is run
my heart says so many things one minute it's telling me to climb a tree as high as the branches let me the next it says hook line and sinker and when I'm with someone beautiful, it says nothing, it just flutters and pitter patters
Mulan was always my favourite because she had her heart broken and still She Saved China all on her own
my heart breaks like twigs and crumbles like dry stiff leaves in Autumn and my heart is also a rubber ball that bounces from one place to the next too rapidly, I forget where I am and where I just was a moment before I ended up wherever I ended up
my heart is like ice and sometimes if you are the right temperature, it will melt for you my heart is aware of fallacy and sometimes if you try to coax it, everything I ever felt for you won't exist anymore
a few months ago I was sitting at the back of a midnight bus in my hometown, with a hippie headband on, accompanied with braids, a long dress and moccasins of black suede when a drunk teenager pointed and hollered directly at my face, "you look like Pocahontas, how many John Smiths love you?"
I don't get angry anymore I just get tired my heart goes to sleep for days and wakes up at the sudden gong of recognition in eye contact that lasts longer than just a few seconds; my heart awakens at sunsets, when I am sitting in a tree alone and it awakens each time I successfully skip a stone
I've always thought highly of the two disney cartoons and it's not just because they can fire a harpoon it's something like embodying the female self-assurance, strength of the soul, embracing solitude like wind on a stroll heart strong from a softening, heart loved from singing just for singing heart open like eye contact that lasts longer than just a few seconds