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.
This is just my 12am thoughts on my experience coming out having been raised in the church and going thr I ugh rejection but becoming a better person because of the negative experiences.