Picture courtesy of fromadinawithlove.com She sits staring out the window
as the rain races down the glass
Watching it fall to the bottom
the raindrop she watched coming last
She thinks on him and all they did
thinking on what should’ve been
But it wasn’t meant to be she sighs
if only she’d have seen?
He ripped her heart out
so cold it still hurts
That she wandered lonely as a ghost
will she ever learn?
Then the sun breaks through
and a rainbow from end to end
She smiles suddenly free
knowing she’ll live again
For there’s no heart like a
beating heart
And she will not let it
again be ripped apart
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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2 thoughts on “No Heart Like a Beating Heart”
such a beautiful poem about rains and longing for love:)
Caliburnus Rises 
such a beautiful poem about rains and longing for love:)
Thank you for that. Very much appreciated.