A Gentle Heart - I Ran Ahead of Love
I mistook speed for certainty,mistook fire for warmth.I ran toward loveas if arriving firstmeant I would be chosen.
I spoke before listening,touched before asking,gave everythingwithout learning how to hold.
In my hurry,I bruised the fragile hours,stepped on feelingsstill finding their names.Some wounds were mine.Some I left behind.
They never saw the quiet part of me,the hands that tremble…


