A heart can only break so many times before it numbs itself to pain, joy, love, sorrow. then all it can do is beat — until it doesn't.
Today at the dVerse Poets, we have Art as Inspiration, and introducing Beverly Dyer. I may as well have tried to tame a Mustang stallion or steal a mirage thinking my charms were enough to capture your heart and you would love me back.
Today at Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, the writing prompt is The Dissonant Heart. Sometimes, it comes close Almost, but not quite. My heart flips and flops As it tumbles into love pausing in mid-somersault to roll over & play dead.
It's still my favorite January. The typical grey, cold nothingness hovered until the magic happened. You made the sun shine and flowers bloom — like only you could. Albeit fleeting, I'd do it all again. With you.
The warmth of your hand holding mine felt like coming home. For those few seconds I was exactly where I wanted to be — but knew I couldn't stay.
I'm one of your most dangerous secrets. A guilty pleasure kept safely under the covers and silent as a lie. Be mindful of certain secrets, my dear. They want their story told.