Hearbeat 5/7/99 2:00 p.m. Patterns. Rhythm. Love. Anguish. Lonely. Lover. Lost without you. Yearning. Helpless. Take me, claim me; save me from these hands of time. Rhyme and reason lose their meaning even though the heart keeps beating, if the beating falls on deaf ears, if the heartbeat is alone. Symbols. Meaning. Careless. Reeling. Stuck in limbo with a heartful of blue feelings. Night falls like a somber blanket, wrapping all my doubts in dreams; and I’m smiling, deep in slumber, sharing secrets seldom told over glasses full of wine and spirits, under european clouds. Whispers. Laughter. Gently smiling ‘cause this world is all i’ve known... and in this world, full of kisses, hugs and fulfilled wishes... i’m the master of this canvas as this landscape is unveiled, the shades of crimson blind my vision and my soul is free to see that your heartbeats just like mine does ‘cause your love is all my own.
Reason for writing:
still alone in Sweden...lol...see a pattern here?
Birth sign: Capricorn
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