heartbeats






























There's something between us
and it's my heart
still beating
lying on the floor

It's out there, unattached
it's untethered, untouched
waiting
still beating

What I always wanted
was the look in your eyes
that love
beaming out of them

That's the look
that's the feeling
that's what I've been missing
That's what my heart
was waiting for

There's this little voice
telling me,
"put it back,
put back your heart"

But it waits for you
still beating
still clinging to hope
on the floor between us

Where can I go?
Nowhere
What can I say?
I've said it all

I wait for you
and my heart waits for you
in this dark place
growing dimmer

When they put me together
they forgot some things
like all the parts that tell me
I should walk away

But I'm here today
here tomorrow
and my heartbeats
I will follow.

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