lying awake
preparing to sleep
laying on this bed
hearing my heart beat
memories of nights
it cried me to sleep
memories of nights
it nestled in deep
how tender this heart
and all it feels
moments of strengths
and times it feels weak
all of the journeys
it's led me on
now here it is pounding
a sensitive place i own
closing my eyes
preparing to sleep
laying on this bed
hearing my heart beat
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Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2003
Its amazing how loud our heart beats in the silence. Good write.
Reviewed by Oisín Breen (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2003
Beautiful it does bring up memories we have all experienced and that no one cannot share in no matter how rich in love or hate they are. The heart is so much more than a muscle and physically so much less
Reviewed by J John (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2003
Enjoyed very much....j
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2003
I think we all go through this
at times. I'm glad to read you
again.
Reviewed by Allen Filius (Reader)
Reviewed on January 9, 2003
I really like this, reminds me of my own reflections as I lay in bed each night.
Great write!
Allen
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at times. I'm glad to read you
again.
Great write!
Allen