I lay down my naked hand
On your beating chest,
And wonder:
What does your forever
Really mean?
Could I be your definition?
Will you let my cold fingers
Trace your heart as I please?
Or does your patience with
Me cease?
But I pray to be the forever
That we never thought
Was true.
And I wish for you to realize
That all I’ve truly wanted
Is you.
I want to let you know that,
All I’ve ever asked from Him,
Is to keep your heartbeat safe
To be my lullaby.
Someday you will see,
One day I’ll finally
Make you believe.
For now I’ll settle for momentary assurance.
But the moment will come
When you take the
Open hand at your
Beating chest.
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