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I left my heart on the moon

Updated on February 22, 2015

I felt my stomach full, but my chest empty,

My blood flowing, but my body cold,

My mind plays back memories, while my hands are sweaty,

Why do I look up at the moon, waiting for something to unfold,

With its bold face that upholds the truth to foretell my fate,

Through my eyes, seeing that I'm missing that feeling,

How do I get to the moon on this night so late,

Maybe I should have faith for this healing,

How does a person exist in the world with a heartless chest,

Should I go lay in the dirt to assume my fate,

And let my mind rest from feeling obsessed,

Who wouldn't be, when your chest is motionless from no heart beat or rate,

So I'll lay here, but with my eyes open, so when I see my heart returning, I won't have to wait to feel the beat,

And this time I won't let it miss another beat from me, or mistreat this treasure in me,

Thanks to the moon, who shined so brightly for me to see, how precious my heart is to me.


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      Along with the wind 3 years ago from colorado

      Thank you Eric and Always exploring for reading!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Beautiful words to ponder..

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      Eric Wayne Flynn 3 years ago from Providence, Rhode Island

      Introspective, inspired moment captured well. Voted up.