This Heart of Mine
You know it's a funny thing...
I've been thinking it to be my anxiety that's been keeping me from sleep.
But, overall it's the flutter of my heart that does not still.
The never-ending heartburn that gives me chills.
And the thought that possibly it just waiting me out.
Like it was never mine to begin with...
Afraid to sleep because what if... What if I don't wake to see the next day..
That's why each night as I lay awake..
I pray I live, to see the next day 💯❤️
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