the day i buried my heart i didn’t suffer, but it was real suffering when i pulled it out. it would have happened anyway, cholesterol and cigarettes, or the right guy at the wrong moment - always a moment’s fault, i marked on my agenda consecutio would have been next target.
the day i buried my heart i sang a song, it went along with beats i could still remember, but it was hard to follow the rhythm if you were not affected by inborn tachycardia.
the day i buried my heart i wrote a list. top 5 things i (do not) hope to remember. than i cancelled the top 3, it was off topic if the topic had brackets in it. here for you last 2, which means top 2, which means “expectations” and “disappointed expectations”.
today it’s been dontknowhowmanydays since i’ve buried my heart. i’m writing a list. top 5 things i hope i remembered. here for you first 2, which means top 2, which means “disappointed expectations” and “tachycardia”.
Created: Jun 30, 2010Document Media