Her Heartbeat Gets Me Through

This is only me re-tracing your footprints in my memory and placing them in order of significance.

A show of hands, who has said these words out loud? With a show of hearts on the floor, who has ever meant them more than me right now? I feel like I overheard you saying how it would be funny to keep me hanging in suspense, may I say I loved you more?

It must have been an hour that I clutched you in my arms, and I must of said the the right things because you instantly felt warm. With your head on my chest I'm sure you heard my heart stop beating. Though for only seconds. I dare you to hold back OUR tears.

Baby Girl when will you finally realize that your sympathetic whispers are telling a CHILDish tale with a theme of sudden goodbyes.... and we're not getting used to them. Compliments of the past few weeks. My pen is the barrel of a gun, remind me which side you are supposed to be on.

I swear you saw me tearing up, and I swear I saw you smile.

Thinking about returning to paper and pen for awhile. Thoughts CONCEIVED IN ink. I'll be posting to other blogs and such... i LOVE letting my mind wander through circuits and the other sides of the internet.

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