To Follow My Heart

I came to the world to follow my heart,

so I found this art—this sweet, sweet poetry.

And like the melody I strummed along,

I would write these words like I would a song.

And so, with each word, a tune was felt,

and with each vibration, my heart would be written—

written into yours, pennies in a wishing well, completely inseparable.

And with each word strung together, so was my destiny—

always, so long as you were with me.

I’ll have to write for a hundred years more

to get to where I’d want to be—

to where I’d write a whole world for you and I to see—

because life is the greatest story ever told,

a story of heartfelt memories, of you and me,

to where the cards never fold, and the wells never dry up.

And when I realized this, I realized so much more:

I came to the world because the world was always my heart,

and my heart was within this art—this poetry—

that I’ve always kept within my memories,

just as I’ve done with you.