Heartshare

I don't share it, I give it. She takes it, and appreciates it. That's the reason why it hurts so good. But if there were never any rocky roads, filled with pot holes and anguish, how would you define happiness? Its possible we may need things to go wrong, to remind us that opposite to all that pain and disbelief, excitement and joy is only a smile away. I may wear my heart on my sleeve, but its the only one way I know how to breathe. It may seem bleak the way things unfold, and its natural to place the blame on the opposition. Just stop and ask yourself, is it really me? If you really think about it, the answer may even surprise... you.