HeartA Poem by BeckyBoodlesStop-- --hear --listen. It needs to be s i l e n t in order to hear your own heart beat beat beat ...Is it still there - fluttering like that butterfly on your hip long ago? Sometimes wonder penetrates and little eyes stare. The past is not so easily forgotten, not when that passion that feeling still exists still consumes still posesses.
Try to forget. Attempt silent indifference.
Do you remember? © 2010 BeckyBoodlesReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 25, 2010 Last Updated on November 25, 2010 AuthorBeckyBoodlesHomer, AKAboutHey everybody! I'm Becky~ I live in a small town in Alaska, where I write my poetry and stories and practice my spirituality =] I hope you all like my writing, and I love constructive criticism, so do.. more..Writing
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