The golden hearts beat
Harder than they think
Frightened from within
Bleeding and dripping
Quiet, fretted lub-dub
Like yours without speech
That I can still hear, I swear,
Your capillaries, your tingle,
Your glowing forehead
And the raised brows
Of your startled love
And the first breath
You just whispered
I can hear you tried
To live.
I can feel your tremble
And your striving flight
Before you dived down
Scared, scattered, small
Life-stricken, fallen.
They speak of my gloom
Can they speak of my eyes
And the curse of knowing
How the golden hearts die
Holding faith in love
And stay hidden
From the world,
In the dirt.
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Submission Name: Faith in Love
