With You

Listen, don't you hear it,
The beating of your heart.
How it is no longer in rhythm with mine
for it truly speaks volumes to me.
I'm listening to it like its a fine tune radio.
How it differs with that you speak,
They are not as clear or precise as what you say.
For you truly make my head swirl as the little drummer boy beats on,
Patty-tat-tatty-tat upon my broken heart as he went on his way Christmas Day.
Time stand stills like no other as you shall know.
With you, listen don't you hear it.
How it is no longer in rhythm with mine
for it truly speaks volumes to me.
The beating of your heart.
I'm listening to it like its a fine tune radio.
How it differs with that you speak,
They are not as clear or precise as what you say.
They are just empty words,
Falling upon these ears they hear that
Beating of your heart,
Ticking that's no longer within rhythm with mine.
For its stopped.
With you....
*With You*
@Victoria Elizabeth
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