My Heart is My Own
They call you the dream catcher,
For all you seem to do is weave fancies.
The world revolves around your charm,
You paint illusions, you captivate hearts.
Yet I see you yearning for more than just a craze,
I see you wondering: what is true love all about?
Did you know? There is a girl out there too,
Whose story hasn’t even started.
She says: my heart is my own, so leave me alone,
For how could a broken heart work anymore?
Do not worry, he says, for broken hearts are beautiful,
Broken hearts are the most loving of all hearts.
Here is your paintbrush, so paint,
Here is your pen, so write.
Let us sketch new dreams,
Weaved together from our wishing stars.
Let us sail from painful memories,
Over the rainbow of the future.
Let us hold hands,
And run free in this beautiful world.
My heart is my own but it now resides in a dream catcher’s heart,
For it is the place where all dreams come true.
© Image credit: Audrey – Charming Fashion Theme