My heartYou say my heart is an organ.My heart5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just something that pumps blood through my body, but this is where I disagree with you.
My heart is where my emotions are.
I'll admit it myself; I sometimes don't let my good emotions shine through.
I hide it away; afraid to be who I want to be.
But, if you get to know me well enough you will see that I'm much more then what anyone expected of me.
I'm not a moody person who is too sarcastic for friends.
I'm a person who loves nature and loves to do things with my friends.
I want to be someone big and adventurous and travel the world.
I want to meet the love of my life and stay with him forever.
I want to have children and have them grow up to be who they want to be.
My heart is where I store my emotions and where I put my wants and wishes.
My heart makes me who I am, and I am only myself.
Two Seconds "Don't you think good times pass by so fast?"Two Seconds5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked at him. "What do you mean?"
"It's funny how we spend the same time doing both pleasant and unpleasant things, yet good times don't make half the bad times."
"I don't get you." I stood up.
The night sky looked somewhat lonesome. In the midst of December, there were no stars in the sky; the nights were cold and quiet. Especially today.
There was no one to disturb us. The seesaw rested its left tire on the ground, balancing the right one in the air; the wind clipped on to the swings and swayed it slowly; the teeter-totters bounced sideways of what a tumbler would do; the park was occupied by a heavy atmosphere.
He followed and stood up from the bench. "Well, for instance, when you kissed me, you'd wish for it to last longer, right?"
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