The beauty of a <3 heartbeat...
Soft and slow,yet rhythmic and unrehearsed.
You could fake the way you smile,
fake the words flowing through, in and out of your voice,
like a chorus of malice spitting left and right.
You could make it seem like you loved me,
you could take away everything in sight,
but a heartbeat,
the very vulnerability that is your body,
it is the blood running through your veins,
the very thing that keeps you moving,
your thoughts flowing,
that heartbeat cannot be feigned or altered willingly.
And the beauty, my friends,
the real irony,
is that no matter the cruelty we can induce,
no matter the ability to run and lie and bewilder the hearts of others,
we cannot control our own.
posted by Unknown @ 6:43 PM
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