the one about the heart

I used to think that 

the word heart is too cliche 

to be part of any of my writings 

that it was some sort of a filler 

but the older i got and the less i felt 

i have wondered about the heart 

what it felt like, looked like and that if it was capable enough to fill up again. 

I have met some hearts, who seemed so magnificent and full. 

that i wonder about them, perhaps more than my own. 

they seemed to get along in the world with such ease, such undeniable freedom 

that i wondered about my own freedom. 

So what can be said about heart...i'm not sure if i'm able to express it in a right way 

But, yesterday as i was walking down the street,listening to the sound of lewis capaldi

looking around at the people, dogs,cars,naked trees,street lights 

they all seemed like they were madly in love,the foolish kind. 

And as this thought passed through me, i realised a single tear escaped my eye. 

I don't know what happened, perhaps i wanted people around me to see what i was seeing to feel what i was feeling, with the same ecstasy. 

I'm still not sure what makes a heart ,but as of yesterday 

that single tear assured me that i had one.

Author's Note

hey guys,
this is my first time writing, i hope you guys liked it!