I got to watch my heart beat today. Sometimes I am surprised that it can still do that.
The technician apologized for being quiet, but I said no worries. I am just writing bad poetry in my head.
And I was.
Something about how my heart beats for you. I wonder if you know that. If you can see how my heart really cares for you.
I want it to. I want it to beat in a special rhythm that syncs with yours.
I want that thumping noise to be about us, in tune with each other.
See, I said I was making bad poetry to the rhythm of my heart. This heart that will be yours until it stops beating.
Lisa Gray 