280. In The Right Place

Words don’t have to rhyme,

and neither does the heart. 

It can skip a few beats,

and it will still always start.

They flow like wandering waves,

pressing against the sandy shore.

Never the same wave twice,

but always knocking at the same door.

And as that door opens up,

so does the heart that endlessly beats.

Quietly and soundly echoing,

waking all who’d fallen fast asleep.

Waves pressed against their hearts, 

flowing pleasantly on yet another rainy day.

And even if their words sometimes don’t rhyme,

at least the heart is in the right place,

and that’s a start.