They pound.
They melt.
They swell.
They burst.
They break.
They bleed.
They keep your breath coming
while simultaneously
also
taking it away.
Here’s to hearts.
Those blossoming.
Those fading.
Those coming back to life.
xo
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See my bleeding hearts of yesteryear:
2012
2011
2010
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Check out my stop-the-bleeding song that’s playing on an endless loop here this week. Click below to see the most amazing version of it:
when the beating of your heart
echoes the beating of the drums
there is a life about to start
when tomorrow comes
xxoo
