A Bad Heart
Remember that old saying, â€œLove will find a wayâ€?
Well, sometimes Love gets lost and gives up on you.
Like Daddy going to the gas station when you were five.
Sometimes, Love just says â€œSorry, pal. Itâ€™s not for you.â€
Maybe itâ€™s just me, or maybe itâ€™s not.
Nonetheless, I was born with a Bad Heart.
No, I do not have a pacemaker or a heart rate of 12 beats.
Love just isnâ€™t an option for me.
Itâ€™s like that real expensive bottle of liquor on the shelf that will never get used.
It hides in the shadows, gaining dust and taking space.
A Bad Heart doesnâ€™t mean I canâ€™t feel anything
Trust me, I feel it all, if not more.
But, it just wonâ€™t let me grasp the bottle and take that first sip.
Maybe, Love didnâ€™t get lost.
Maybe, Love is just taking a detour around the construction.
Maybe, Love isnâ€™t for me after all.
Maybe, thereâ€™s another Bad Heart out there for me to Love.
I mean, â€œLove will find a way,â€ right?