That heart that beats in your chest,
That thing that creates sounds in your chest,
Don't let it die.
These monsters will try to kill it.
They'll try to steal it.
These monsters, they'll try to sell it,
They'll try, even, to get rid of it.
But don't let them get your heart.
They're evil, they'll try.
But don't let them make it happen.
Because, if nothing beats in your chest,
How are you alive?
And what are you doing?
YOU ARE READING
In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
