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When I'm with you I'm at my best You never made me feel less You're my sunshine If you leave me that'll be a homicide Lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub The drumbeat that engulfs me in a hug
The heart beats, but I can’t dance anymore, Its music is bitter within Like a sting on the foot.
Have you ever just laid on your backFingers in the grassAnd your heart in your ears? A thumping song in your skull,The pulse and vibrationOf your hopes and your fears?
What I would give for you to hold me in your arms. What I would give to be with you another day. You know, it's tough now, living here without you. But I'm okay. Yeah, I'm okay.
Your heartbeat is my own. You smile, I smile. You dream, I dream. You breathe, I sigh. Love me. Hold me. Trust me now. I'm cold. Warm me. You dream, I dream. You smile, I smile.
A Beating Heart Naeha Inapanuri last week my life was steady constant the same routine repeating never ceasing
Sweaty palms, winded breaths, I jolt awake, And unexpectedly you were there, without a moment to forsake. My eyelids were heavy as you sung smooth and lowly,
They say your heart is inside of you It's the driving force of everything you do I'm not talking about the one that beats And pumps blood throughout your body It's not a muscle Not in the physical sense
It starts with a heartbeat. Heartbeats that are inches or miles apart Crescendo into a fraction of a moment- The blink of four eyes: All at once.
Hark! Rhythms of her beat, Every moment every day, As she beats in me.
We all possess a keyed heart. <br> It is porcelain; without a cloak. <br>Scratched, lacerated, and marred.<br> It knows not of the impact, <br> but only sinks into the misery <br> bestowed upon it.
I do not know this so called "emotion", but I'm desperate to find my life devotion. I get this feeling in my chest and it feels so real. But when I'm around you, that feeling grows stronger. What is this?
You are the music of my heart, Each beat mistaken for a murmur, By every tone-deaf stethoscope, But I hear the melody. Your tuning harmonizes with mine, Making the very scales jealous,
You traced lines into my palms, Dictating my future, And rewriting my past. You peered into my veins, Studying them as if they were, The verses of a holy book.
I want to rip out my heart to get rid of the pain. Im not ready for the next lifetime. Just take this feeling in between my breast away. Make the time go pass. When you're out of my mind.
The single white dividing line beats past, Not measuring blurred distance or rhythmic time, But the spinning of wheels over asphalt. Mississippi summers creep in through Latched windows and locked doors,
What do I do whenOpening my mouth to voiceTo carefully shape what I think are words of beauty to Your ears,I am flung roughly asideAnd, raising my headI find myself as aggravating background noise
Kiss me nowKeep me closeHug me when you need me most. Say goodbyeSay helloOnly you and I would know. My heart beats
I like to rest my head on his chest and hear his heartbeat, Because I like to feel that he is still there, With me, Alive. Because after my soldier leaves,
A mind has vacated its body Escaping voids lingering deep within a battered soul With ignorance to the disconnect it harvests A storm is brewing yonder And one will become wary listening to the thunder
Heavenly Witness The Lord gave me a mind, a heart, 2 eyes that can see, a pen and a whisper “Child write for me” To sustain a heavenly gift shrink wrapped and complete with a bow of uncertainty I write
Nothing in the world quite pleases the ear, Like the sweet, mesmeric music that we hear. The way it leaves the spirit lightened and the soul satisfied, Or even touches the heart enough to bring tears to the eye.
The first thing you can hear, the faint sound of a heartbeat The joyous drum-like sound that connects us all A life is made, a heartbeat proves it But it also means so much more What does my heart beat for?
He was my pain, my sorrow, and anger. He became my heart break and brought me to hate. You are my savior, my peace, and heart beat. You became my anchor and brought me back to life.
It is loud. I find it hard to move and sometimes it's hard to breathe. Claustrophobia, and a fear of the unknown. I'm just ten feet from the target now, and he stops me.