My Heart's home, and The voice That interprets ♥

And my heart beat faster, as seconds wasted away...and i found my lips moving, and

my voice talking to you. Like for a second my will stood aside watching me, as i

trusted you, with my heart's home. Am i to rent a vacancy in your being? My heart's

been looking for a safe environment. A home it can call its own, a home that would

caress its dimensions.

Its beating, do you hear it?

Dear voice interpret :-

I....

Do you know what it's Like?!

Like for a second i could not prevent giving my trust back...

its like you know when you trust yourself?

And you know Things are okay? You get lost sometimes but You know for sure you'll

always make it

*it'll work out it always does * ?

Your me in that sense.... with you things will ALWAYS be ok...they will always work

themselves out... like you trust yourself to always be safe; its like that, your me....your

my mirror….

Can I say something, but don't think am crazy?

I've been feeling different lately

He who I love says: please do

I have been feeling different about you, About all of this

He smiles and speaks yet again, assuring me: i think we can both establish that were

both crazy

….about this difference…its in a positive manner though, a good different

He who rents my heart's vacancy:- how so?

I feel close to u; is it weird that I do?

He who rents my hearts vacancy: no..You're the closest person to me too..

And I am writing My Memoirs, so that one day if my heart stumbled upon amnesia...it

would remember...

this dried ink on those old worn out pages, will forever protect my ownership...

Does the Rent get higher? Or does it get lower, and the space bigger. Do I

permanently buy the vacancy, or am I leased tenant for life.

Lease me ownership, so that I may never part with this feeling.

Again, my heart sings, dances, beats…

And there's this voice that interprets all.