So let me give you my heart, let me give you my tears, let me give you my life, and let me give you my fears.
Reminiscing can hurt the heart…
My eyes are heavy,
My head is full,
My heart is weak,
And I bare it all on my shoulders.
I want you to know everything running through my head and heart, but I’m afraid you won’t understand.
Even in the coldest weather your heart keeps my hands warm.
My new painting: Pittsburgh has My Heart (Taken with Instagram)