Time to time it’s your story..
You lose peace , look everywhere to find it..
some day it’s history..
some day you’d call miss or hit..
Grabbing hopes is life..
Then pushing it aside and feeling lost ..
Getting back to feel alive..
defrosting old things at your cost..
You said it’s the process ..
That’s how you own your heart..
Life knows how to compress..
when hope and peace depart..
A Journey Called Life ... 
4 responses to “Own your heart..”
beautiful!
Thank you 🙂
As you look back at history, you’ll laugh at what could have been….
his story is history, my story is mystery….:):) hmm..by the way , the “you” in the poem is not “me”…:):)..I just ramble when I am out of words and tag in poetry 😀