My heart beats in my chest but it doesn't beat the same. It has never for me but now it doesn't for you. When I first saw you, it was the very first time I felt it and every time I saw you it only drummed faster as if to compose a beautiful symphony. Now the music doesn't sound when you make your presents. A dal dark slow patter almost echoes as if death lingers knowing and waiting for my sudden short time almost like you had written him an invitation to my very steps. I once left you my delicate heart in your soft silk hands so you would know I'd give anything to you. Maybe I hadn't measured the beets to see if maybe I was afraid or maybe it was just to soon. I watch as it touched your finger tips and it grew to a calm and a new melody like that of the flapping of wings rushing the air making a sound so moving, as if angelic. Beautiful was almost pitiful to describe it. It stole the air from my chest as I voiced out to sing too you, a gift I would only do once. As I watched you over time your eyes grew bitter tell they no longer held me. And I watched your hand and I saw as you molded my heart into a whisper tell it sounded no more. Soon it became a pain in my chest as if you pierced it with a dagger purposely dipped in a poison that would end ones life. Your eyes had no compassion and soon you walked away as if I was never here from the beginning. This heart beats but it beats slow as if winding down giving its final whisper tell it soon becomes a corps.
This was passionate and deep. I could feel your elation when Love was found and your sorrow when love was lost. Affection is a tumultuous sea forever stuck in the tides of Joy and Regret.
So this brings to mind...
Was it better to have Loved and Lost than to have never Loved at all?
A question without a solid answer, I think.
Outside of some typos and maybe a little more structure to help with the flow; this was an amazing piece.
Thanks for sharing :)