The heart: A hollow muscular organ.
That was my heart
Before that September night
Never thought the void could be filled
Until that first moment I saw your eyes
It then filled to the brim
But wasn’t allowed to overflow
For if it was allowed to do so
Who knows what I could have said?
That probably would have been good
The right thing to do
But that has always been my flaw
To hold feelings so dear
Inside my heart
Were no one can hear them
Locked away to call my own
Locked away inside myself
When they should have reached your ears
Reached your heart
And warmed it even more than it already is
And embraced your expression
What was I thinking?
To be so self-centered
Thinking about my own needs
When I didn’t even know what they were
It would have been easier to know this now
Would have been able to find my mistake
And fix it
But we can’t go back and fix it
We can only fix ourselves now
As we are today
Don’t forget yesterday
Don’t look too far into the future
Figure out what you’re doing now
And learn from the past
As long as you use past knowledge
And future dreams
You can make the beat of today
The now, the only time that matters
Move on if you can
But never forget where you came from
It will help you in the end

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