Posted by: heatherinparadise | January 11, 2012

My heart

My heart doesn’t look both ways when it crosses the street.  My heart ran away from home at 17 and never looked back.  My heart did all the work but failed to turn in the final paper required to graduate.  My heart sometimes wears its underwear two days in a row and just puts on extra deodorant instead of showering.  My heart is lip-synching, but only knows half the words. My heart once saw David Schwimmer in a crowd at a rock concert or maybe it was Fisher Stevens. My heart always wanted to learn to play drums and still secretly thinks it would be great at it. My heart loves spicy food even when the burn comes later.  My heart is why the caged bird sings.  My heart still plays with Barbies.  My heart took a road trip alone to New Orleans and didn’t once stop to ask for directions. My heart will never believe in the designated hitter.  My heart knows things it will never tell.  My heart listens to Journey when no one else is around.  My heart knows it was Shakespeare who wrote the plays of Shakespeare.  My heart has a list etched into it that contains your name.

My heart is whistling so it can pretend it’s not afraid.

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Responses

  1. I love your heart and your heart loves me

  2. Oh, Heather’s Heart. I used to write like you do now.

  3. You remind me of one of my favorite songs, a song sung by one of my favorite singers, Helen Folasade Adu OBE, called “Soldier of Love.” Do you know it?

    Here’s an excerpt:

    I’ve lost the use of my heart
    But I’m still alive
    Still looking for the life
    The endless pool on the other side

    It’s a wild wild west
    I’m doing my best

    I’m at the borderline of my faith,
    I’m at the hinterland of my devotion
    In the frontline of this battle of mine

    But I’m still alive

    I’m a soldier of love.
    Every day and night

    I’m soldier of love
    All the days of my life

    I’ve been torn up inside (oh!)
    I’ve been left behind (oh!)
    So I ride

    I have the will to survive

    In the wild wild west,
    Trying my hardest
    Doing my best To stay alive

    I am love’s soldier!

    • I have considered that song my ‘theme’ song since I first heard it! I post it often on Facebook. You know me so well, dear Helen.


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