HEART — BadRonin

Put your head against my chest, Stay there a little while. You’ll hear what happens underneath Whenever you smile. It trips when you move closer, It steadies in your hands, Like something in me understands Before I understand. No grand design, No borrowed line, No need to make it smart. Just stay right there and listen to my heart. I could spend a lifetime trying to say this right, But some things lose their meaning when you drag them into light. So come a little closer. Don’t ask me where to start. You already have the answer. It’s here. Inside my heart. Heart... Tell her what I never say enough. Heart... Tell her what I mean when I call it love. Beat for every morning, every touch, every scar, every ordinary second that becomes more when you are there. Heart... Keep nothing back. Tell her all of it. I love the way you leave your cup somewhere and then forget, The way your hair refuses to behave when it gets wet. The little pause before you laugh, the look before you speak, The strength you never advertise, the softness that you keep. I love the days when nothing happens, when nowhere needs our name, When all we have is time enough to sit inside the same quiet room, same fading light, your feet against my own. Some people need the whole wide world. Give me this. Give me home. Don’t give me perfect pictures. Don’t promise me forever. Just give me all the versions of you we’ll meet together. Let years do what they want to us. Let gravity do its part. I’ll still know exactly where you are. Right here. Inside my heart. Heart... Tell her what I never say enough. Heart... Tell her what I mean when I call it love. Beat through all the seasons, through the easy and the hard, through every little distance until we’re close again. Heart... Keep nothing back. Tell her all of it. Put your hand here. Right here. Don’t listen for a promise. Listen for proof. This body knows you. It changes when you’re near. It answers you before I do. And someday, when my hands are older, when this voice has lost some weight, when time has written everywhere it always likes to write... put your hand here again. If there’s a beat left in me,