The Call
Where does the heart travel when it has no home?
Who does it beat for when the pule is not so strong?
What does it cry out for?
Is she returning the same pulse I'm giving off...
The heart beat of another is what I want to feel
I want to know who she is
To understand that...
I can only compensate once she have placed her heart in my palms
These hands of mines that want to captivate her forever and ever
Where does the pulse goes when I'm laying in bed at night
Still...
No movements but heavy breathing
Is it trying to reach her?
Can it reach her?
The heart is a funny thing
It wants what it wants
and I want her
No words need to be spoken
But our body language can converse
No sexual intermission
But the signature of two hands intertwining
Tel me...
Where does the heart goes once the house is open?
Copyright © Onikca Davidson | Year Posted 2014
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