life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

Don't Talk Like That...

I write to find out what my heart thinks....
I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this disease, open heart surgery that was less than successful and more recently an S-ICD (internal cardiac defibrillator) implanted in my chest that will hopefully restore my heart beat in case of sudden cardiac death. I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to learn how to live a full life with heart failure, to honor my creativity, and to explore all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say
"Don't talk like that!"


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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

When Words Fail...Music Speaks...


Lyrics from Sara Bareilles' "She Used to be Mine"  spoke to my heart today!

"It's not simple to say, Most days I don't recognize me
With these shoes and this apron, That place and it's patrons
Have taken more than I've gave them, It's not easy to know
I'm not anything like I used be, Although it's true
I was never attention sweet center, But I still remember that girl

She's imperfect but she tries, She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself, She is broken and won't ask for help
She is messy but she's kind, She is lonely, most of the time
She is all of this, mixed up, And baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine

And it's not what I asked for, Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor
Carves out the person and makes you believe it's all true, And now I've got you
And you're not what I asked for, If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back
For a chance to start over, And rewrite an ending or two, For the girl that I knew

Would be reckless, just enough, Who get hurt
But who learns how to toughen up, when she's bruised
And gets used by a man who can't love, And then she'll get stuck and be scared
Of the life that's inside her, Growing stronger each day
Til it finally reminds her, To fight just a little
To bring back the fire in her eyes, That's been gone, but it used to be mine, Used to be mine

She is messy, but she's kind
She is lonely, most of the time
She is all of this, mixed up, and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone, but she used to be mine "                            ~Sara Bareilles
                                                                   
"She Used to be mine"  Sara Bareilles

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