Our hearts are the same. They pluck the same tunes, create the same vibrating frequencies that we hear as individual notes. It's the same reason why some songs touch our insides more than others; because they contain melodies crafted from the same instrument that resides inside us. It's the same reason why some souls become electric when put together; because the pretty voice inside your head is perfectly in sync with the rhythmic drum beats of my heart. I can hear it. It's music to my entity.
Falling in love is never gentle Like being thrown in the middle of a hurricane Feet lifted of the ground Barely breathing through extreme emotions Drowning in a vast ocean I never regretted falling When your arms are there to catch me
I don't want to talk to the world. Not today. Not tomorrow. Never. My words are reserved for beautiful things And the world is too ugly, Broken. No friends, No family, Nothing will hear me speak, Because I am done. I've come undone.