Unseen Heart

Axiom does not lie upon the plush bed of the words I've said. It doesn't flourish under influence of the flowery texts I've written. Axiom does not fully exist behind the actions I've deliberately displayed. It is ingrained within the subtle folds, inexplicable nuances and playful innuendos. It is present in the lull you find in between fleeting memories and faltering heartbeats. It is scored into the unlyricised songs, sung when our breaths do meet. It's in the unplanned gazes that stray into nothingness only to be caught by yours. It's evident in the void... The silence we've shared without ever feeling awkward. Axiom... Is the fall that you had anticipated only after having taken the leap. It's that feeling of not knowing where the bottom is but yet still certain that you are safe. Axiom is... My unseen heart as it beats hard for none other than you.