Telltale Heart (Written November 1, 2017)
The heart indeed, is flighty thing,
So easily taking whatever road life might bring.
So easily hurt, and so deep the pain,
Yet in a flutter for you so soon again.
Yes, this treacherous heart still pounds a tatoo
In my chest, with every thought of you.
Indeed, so eager to follow a bright new path,
But this heart is still a creature that’s prone to looking back.
I had an odd moment today, completely out of the blue. I was laying in bed, not totally awake yet, groggy thoughts meandering around. Much like a dream, by the time I was properly awake I couldn’t really remember what I had been thinking about, but I certainly remember what it made me feel. I was daydreaming about meeting someone, I think, and realized my heart was beating hard with joy and excitement- and then, oddly enough, with panic, as I thought that I’d promised myself I wouldn’t care anymore. I honestly don’t remember who or what I had bedd thinking about, but it inspired a poem, so I suppose that’s ok.