Heart Talk

Distant when I talk
My words are often
Further within my Heart

To hear my heart
Read my lips
As you analyze my words

My Heart talks at a lowered unvoiced tone
Of it's own.
Feeling what it's known for so long

My Heart speaks heavily randomly and daily.
Leaving me left on read with words left unsaid

Unlike a work of arts my Heart's a work of arts.
Feeling the beating it's not nothing it's something besides the thumping.

Leaving me yearning and still left not knowing whether my word's are heart felt or is it the guilt I've felt

The lack of help I can't help
My heart's bruised and it's wept
All except for
Everything it's yearning for

Sure I my Heart feels right
Whenever I write
Between the thoughts and the fight

My Heart wrestles to withhold the truth from coming to the light

Living in longevity my heart
Hears it's skips beats
Echoes filled with pot holes
Scars and scrapes

My heart talked what it can't forgive