Not bitter, not much.

[fuzzyjay]

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My heart is not lonely or broken.
It's not of ice or of gold.
Nor has my heart ever spoken
To me when a love has grown cold.
I felt not the faintest flutter
When you brushed my cheek as you passed,
Nor will I willingly clutter
My life with these things that don't last.

[chorus]
Be still, my heart.
My heart, be still.
Be still, my heart.
My heart, be still.

If our eyes should meet, then so be it.
No need to trouble the heart.
That is hidden where no one can free it
Only to tear it apart.

[chorus]
Be still, my heart (my heart, be still).
My heart, be still.
Be still, my heart.
My heart, be still.

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Comments

[bitterlawngnome.livejournal.com]

What an odd phrase, "be still my heart".

I mean, it's not really something you would actually want, is it.

[fuzzyjay.livejournal.com]

It's a metaphor.

[bitterlawngnome.livejournal.com]

oh yes - "be still my beating heart" etc. I was just suddenly struck by what an odd phrase it is.

[fuzzyjay.livejournal.com]

A lot of that kind of stuff looks very odd under closer scrutiny.