What has this heart become?
Where has this beat gone?
Jaded from repetition of a similar beat.
Twisted and contorted,
Too comfortable with normal love.
Lying in pools of blood
That have been spilled over many tears.
The same ones that used to pierce through
Now shoot arrows of irritation;
Lying next to for comfort,
The plight of the comfortable.
Love is strong, powerful enough
To hold the heads which fall low.
Carrying burdens across burning bridges.
But this heart smiles as she drowns.
Watching the fires burn,
This heart will only pick up
The gold out of the rubble.
Hurting, yet not enough to beat,
Not enough to meet at the beginning
Of each day or kiss goodnight.
A fight may occur
But as the rhythms play their notes
While passing through
This heart will pump out
leftover love from last night.
Pouring into empty lakes, and creeks,
Leaving the ocean it learned how to swim in empty.