Tell me about your heart…
Does it beat just like a pounding drum?
Or whisper with a happy hum?
Tell me all your thoughts and dreams,
Your inner self, and hidden seams.
Tell me about your heart…
Does it contract or expand throughout the years?
Does it soften with touch or harden with tears?
When you gently rock it back to sleep,
Do you make it promises you cannot keep?
Tell me about your heart…
Has it been broken? Has it been mended?
Tender hearts should be defended.
In time, all scars will be transcended.
For this is how heartbreak is intended.
Tell me about your heart…
What makes it tick, and skip a beat?
And pump so hard it takes a leap?
What makes it dance, and laugh, and sing,
Or do all of those silly things?
Tell me about your heart…
How does it feel when it’s been crushed?
Does it retreat when life’s just too **** much?
Does it starve from being underfed?
Or burn from oozing wounds that bled?
Tell me about your heart…
Does it murmur to you in the night,
Or dream of taking fancied flights?
Does it throb from love you can’t requite,
Or blind itself to love’s first sight.
Tell me about your heart…
Does it recall the vows you took or made,
Or remember hurts you once forgave?
Does it persist, resist, compare, complain?
Or flatline from the ache and strain?
Tell me about your heart…
And I’ll tell you about mine —
How it was broken, attacked, and maligned.
Yet it still awakens to wonder and sweet joy,
And chooses to create love, rather than destroy.
Tell me about your heart…