I carry my heart gently.
I feel the rhythm.
It is mine to give or mine to keep.
I hold it out to some,
not everyone wants it.
Sometimes I hide it away.
I forget that I have one.
Could I miss the one that wants it?
Sometimes others give me theirs.
I look at it with it's rapid pattern.
Is this for me?
Can I really have this?
Sometimes they take it back.
It takes me a while to get mine back, sometimes.
I can't just leave it with someone who doesn't want it though.
One day someone will cherish it.
I will wait.
I won't have to give it,
it won't have to be taken.
It will... just be theirs.