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The heart wants what it wants,
Yet a want is not a need.
For the heart can want,
But the mind will lead.

My heart is guarded.
I’ll let it beat,
Only when I deem it safe.
But for now my heart is quiet,
Cause my mind’s the one that’s guiding.

Until one day,
When I gave my heart the reigns;
I let it beat.
I opened up a window,
And saw the skies were clear.

But then you came and blindly slammed it shut.
You took my wish, my hope,
And now my heart is stinging,
Hurting,
Angry.

I cannot hope, I cannot love,
For fear of getting hurt.
But I chose to hope,
I chose to love,
And now I’m stuck with pain.

Yet I will take my beating heart
From the safety of my chest.
I will take it out for you, and lay it on the rocks.
I will let you walk across,
To find your happy ending.

I’ll let my aching heart be a bridge
And not a wall.
Because I love you,
And I always will.
Now go off and find your wings;
Learn to use them and live your dreams.

And you’ll never have to know
Who it was that made those wings,
From the fibers of
Her beating,
Aching heart—

A heart that once was guarded,
Beating only
When the game was safe.
And now it’s quiet once again,
For the mind has gained control.

The heart wants what it wants,
Yet a want is not a need.
For the heart can want,
But the mind will lead.
Life is made up of moments.
Happy ones,
Sad ones,
And in-between ones.
Our task is to recognize these moments,
And then fill them.
What’s the point of living in future moments,
That we still have yet to experience?
Why let our thoughts dwell on past moments,
When what’s most important
Is the moment right now?
Live each day,
Soaking in the moments,
Don’t let them pass you by.
Cherish what’s important to you—
Never let it go.
Find those moments,
And live them.
I know who I am
And where I came from.
I know I'm not perfect,
and that's okay.
Life's not always easy—
it'll knock you down.
But the key to life,
what it means
to truly live,
is this:
Look up.
When you're down in the dirt,
Look up.
Find the strength
to follow your gaze.
When life's darker than night,
Look up.
Find the hope
that there's light up there.
When people are unkind,
Look up.
Find the courage
to pass them by.
Whenever life gets tough,
Look up.
Try to remember
the One who lives up there.
I am a star,
Shining bright for all to see.
Until I remember,
There are millions more aside from me.

I am a star,
Who on her own shines brightly.
But there’s always one
Who smugly must outshine me.

I am a star,
Always there, but try as I might,
It won’t take much
To outshine my feeble light.

I am a star,
Who can’t find her place in the sky.
But someday you’ll see,
I’ll be brighter than the moon, ever nigh.
Either my world is ideal,
With true loves existence and fairy tale endings
A world seen through sunshine's golden eyes
Or its a dark desolate place,
With whispering voices of "you'll never be enough"
Oh sunshine sear away the tar that holds the ocean down
I have no idea.....
I wrote this a while ago and it was sitting as a draft so I thought, "Eh, why not post it...."
When I re-read most of my work all I can think is "What. the. heck" and yet I keep writing.
 Sep 2015 Poeticatheist
Kai Kai
To me
The scary thing about relationship is
You either going to love that person forever
Or lose that person forever
We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.
 Sep 2015 Poeticatheist
ryn
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ryn
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