Medication, Metaphors, and poems

Hearts keep you alive, yes. But they are also the worlds metaphor for love and good feeling.

You say to the people you love, that they'll always have a place in your heart, because we've been taught that that is our epicenter of love. So it would make sense to keep the ones you care for there, or at least their memory.

I believe that our heart is capable of emotion in itself. Yeah of course its our brain, but we are directly effected in our hearts when something happens to stir said emotions.

Our heartbeat was synchronized,
Feelings the same.
The cadence of good feeling,
and I'm the one to blame.

I tried to hit my drum harder,
Tried to force out the rain.
Instead I broke it,
Leaving the lasting pain.

Taped it up as best as I could,
I got used to the sound.
You tried to repair it,
But I kept my ground.

Our heartbeat still synchronized,
Though mine needing repair.
I tried my best to keep up,
But It started to tear.

I told you to move forward,
While I fixed what I could.
For its hard to keep up,
When the drum is no good.

I salvaged what I could,
And was on my way.
But when I looked up,
My place was given away.

You had skipped a beat,
Saw an opportunity and jumped ahead.
I sped up,
Trying to catch up to you instead.

I now practice in the rain,
To match what I had.
But its pointless these days,
Because the rain makes me so sad.