Ink Filled Hearts

I need to find my pulse, to know that I'm alive.
A beating heart against my chest.
Reassures me well survive.
Dont let go. As I feel you breathing close.
Dont let go. I want this the most.

If I write books, ill write pages.
Chapter one after another.
Yet still ill make no sense.
No picture could portray.
What stands before me now.
As the darkness shades half a face.
Theres a twinkle in hazel eyes.

Find silence.
4 walls just look the same.
With every passing minute, whispering a name.
With every passing minute, theres another passing beat.
Then my heart stops.
Dead.

If looks could kill.
Then id have died a thousand times.
I'm alive.
To stand, side by side.
And there's no other person, besides me.
But you.