Heart, death and peoples sleeves.

A favorite lyric of mine used to be "our hearts aren't on our sleeves there where they should be" back then I was guarded up from the past. I now have realized my heart doesn't belong to me. It doesn't belong in me or on my sleeve. It belongs on the sleeves of those that I love. Better yet I hope to live a life where my heart doesn't just end up on the torn clothing of my friends but makes its way into their own heart. I hope the love of others is my last gift I give before I take my last breath, in doing so when I leave my heart won't be so far away from everyone who means anything to me. I'm not showing off my heart and I'm not keeping it under lock and key, I leaving it open and ready for the taking. I've seen and been through to much in this life to not give the world my best.