I remember waking up to your texts

it would baffle me-the various ways you could say “good morning”

you kept it interesting and i fell asleep every night smiling, knowing i would hear from you

but now my phone stays silent most of the time

My heart beat beat beats
Inside my chest that is its home
It keeps time as it travels to my sleeve
Where I wear it for the world to see
The world I love with open arms
Cause we love
Cause He loved first
We are his children
All of us.
But my heart's not beating
It slides to my hand
The world soaked in my blood
The world I loved
His children, once I was
But I am alone now
No one to praise with
No one to hold me
Alone.
So alone I find a place to rest
And tend to this dead beatles heart
One stich
Two stich
Slowly mending all the cuts
From verbal daggers cold as ice
Slide it back into its place here in my chest
I see that I'm alone
And realize I am still alive
Because He loves me
He formed me in my mother's womb
In his likeness I am
Together we are love
Beat.
Beat beat.
No not knocks on my door
Not foot steps up the stairs
My dead heart comes alive and it is strong
Stronger than ever before
As it bangs inside my chest
Too hard for me to bare
Back to my sleeve it goes
Beating harder to the core
Scar tissue from the cuts
Of words spoken in ignorance and hate
Make it strong
Stronger than before but still a heart.
Still love
Still His child.
Tears of happiness wash the blood stained sleeves
Providing the heart with ample room to love those who just don't understand that love, true love, loves through all and endures all.
Love is quiet and loud
Strong and gentile
Love is what happens when
Hearts
Beat
With
His
Love.