Sometimes my heart speaks in tongues
Languages I cannot decode
At times it dances to the music I cannot hear
To genres I do not like
My heart skips beats,
Such skips will kill me someday
It’s a fight I cannot resist
What do I do with this thoughts of you
What do I do with my heart’s language that some find it complex
I wish there was a school for the language of love
If the wizards can have a school<well, Harry Potter messed up my reality world>
Then the language of the heart should have been researched upon, should have had a curriculum
But the most complex language has no manual
My heart would love to….
To dance with his heart…
To listen to his heart..
To lay by your heart
What would his heart do when my heart sought his
Does he recognize it’s a hunger, a craving that only him can feel
I’d love you to need me
To have you all the time
To talk to you
To stand by your side
To be one with you
I would love to…
And so much more
But, the music playing is in my world only
The genre is not his heart’s liking
Heart matters hurt.
Somebody once told me…."you are an awesome woman but I am afraid to hurt you"
So I keep dancing to my own tune
May be his heart will listen to the voice in the wind
Like the august rush movie
His heart needs to hear and see the orchestra playing
Above all he needs to feel the music.
When you feel it, you dance to it forever.
Maybe someday, I will be on the dance floor with you.