lub dub lub dub lub dub…
what are you doing? she asked
singing along with your heart
foxtail
Your heart beats and I wait.
Another moment and still I wait.
Perhaps a few more and I will see
That you love me
Or even
Think of me at all
Rob
for sure :
once,
there will be no longer a heartbeat in your body.
Be prepared
meppel
my child likes to use the words heart beep for heartbeat. I love her so. She is the light of my life and the love of my heart and I am so glad she is in my world with her little heart beating to the drum of my heart
Gina Dolyniuk
I want to make your heart beat just for me. every skip felt like eternity where it’s just you and me.
vvlkv
a heartbeat is the measure of time- of love, of moments, a rythym that can’t be disrupted. Soft, frantic, pounding, soothing- it is a natural beat that we all are attuned to. There is no escaping the allure of our first memory- the beating heart of our mother. To hear a heartbeat is to be in sync with the person whose heart it is.
Rachel
i don’t love him anymore.
bex
i’m so glad that you dont make my heartbeat go fast anymore. you weren’t worth it. and i’m really glad i know that now. better late than never right?
mary ann
a dull thud on the membrane of my ribcage. peel back my lungs, you cried, and i did, we breathed the blind air gulping as fish out of water often do, in a simultaneous synchronized sweaty dance and my head on your chest was a drum.
carolyn
It was so cold, I could feel my fingertips freeze at the ends. My heartbeat got slower, and deeper, and I could feel the pulse through every vein weaken, and tire. I was not panicked, however, even though the situation was terrifying. I simply lay there, taking deep breaths.
Jenn
love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love you love love love love love love love love love me love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love.
skylar
I can’t breathe. I saw his face, and well, i think i fell in love with him at that moment. i lost my heartbeat, and it was gone, and all that was left was me and him. We just stared at eachother, as our souls secretly intertwined, together. and that is exactly where i want to stay.
cortney.
he can’t see it but i feel it. that throbing piece of relationship, of something everyone longs for being loudly inside this chest of mine. i can’t believe this is real, i can’t believe i feel this. he can never know that my heart beat is strong enough for him.
gabby buck
pulsing, throbbing. It fills your ears as you pause and catch your breath, when the walls feel like they’re closing in it’s so loud there’s nothing else to hear. A reminder of your mortality and an assurance that you’ll live for another second. A constant, a rythmn, a companion in the silent night.
Socks
i hear
i heart
i beat
i swallow.
i swoon
i swish
i swat
i swill.
i sit
i hope
i help
i hear.
i heart
i sip
i dream
i weep.
i sleep.
lori B
He’s asleep already, but I can hear the sound of his heartbeat as I lay my head on his chest. I imagine what might happen to me if suddenly that heartbeat were to cease. My whole life would change, and I imagine it would be liberation. I would be free of loving him, finally. Finally. Free to imagine a whole new life.
labsciencegirl
your heart serves as your lifeline.
you feel each beat against your chest, and you know that it’s slowly, slowly, slowing down.
you count each beat of your heart,
and fall asleep to its rhythm.
it’s time to say goodbye.
Therese Alyana
Her heart beat was erratic, unstable. I was afraid; so afraid. The love of my life was dyig before my very eyes. What was I to do?
Erin
Life or the beginning of such. Needed to sustain living. Increases with excitment and stress. I a sign that we are all the same and made the same way.
Joe
I can hear my own heartbeat under my skin, pumpung the blood, the adrenaline, the minutes, the time…to what could be the end of me as I am. Waiting is hard.
Alex teh cat
your breathe my skin
your skin my breathe
never leave
never let go
you’re mind forever more
beat
beat
beat
faster
harder
stronger
never leave me
til death do us part
heartfelt
Rschmfem
your heartbeat was shallow under your thick warm skin,
the day went cold and your steady breath held me tightly.
i was a victim to your heart, to your heartbeat,
but never did you return the gift i gave you.
i could tell you would break my heart,
i could tell that you would smother it in that beat of yours.
and i was right.
your heartbeat took mine in a lovely bray,
yet returned it with nothing left to beat for.
sara jane
I love laying with someone and listening to thier heartbeat. It tells a lot about a person. Is it calm and steady or is it fast and nervous? I love the fast, nervous ones.
Megan
heartbeat
heartBEAT
heartBEAT
hheeaarrttBBE A …E……..T…
h…
that’s how i lost him
deborah
The beat of my heartbeat slows to a murmur
When you’re not around
It quickens in pace
and grows louder in sound
B
its my heart which beats often. Not every often. But often enough to keep me alive. A mouse hearts beats more often… to often for me.
Hanako
Prowling creature in the night
Seeking the heartbeat of a weak prey
To stalk and murder, in dusk light
Ripping flesh, and tearing life
Prowling creature in the night
Matt
doing all i can do just to be close to you. I love that song by Scouting for Girls. It’s so original; it’s funny and sweet but somehow true. I have this weird complex where I adore lovesongs (well, at least ones that are catchy and more than syrup) but I am totally unable to really express these sentiments myself. I must require a proxy. Sometimes I wonder if that’s normal in a woman, but maybe i just think society is telling me that I should be doing one thing vs another.
Anon
i have haertbeats…its very needfull for everyone…when i was falling in love my hearbeat was so loud. i love her the my heart beat will fast.
arun
Jose Gonzales has a song called heartbeats which is fantastic. It’s in an advert which has millions of bouncy balls bouncing down a huge hill, all different colours.
Theres another advert as well that has rabbits and plastacine things in all colours, and it’s by the same people. They’re awesome adverts.
Aislinc Chapel
my hearbeats when i think of yuo. see you, or even smell youre old jeans…everything about you is so amazing, it brings back old memories and makes me want to cry. i love you the most in this world and want you to be here. please come back, really, we a
ej
The heartbeat is so fast when I see my first cursh after a long time. It is still resounding in me to say that you are my first crush. I can hear my heartbeat
ranjith
Life! Heartbeat represents life to me..It is the pulse that sets our pace. Faster with excitement, like when I see Mike. It stops when I am scared. Always keeping me on track giving life’s blood and nourishing. Beeping along and keeping me going. The drum that beats our music of life. Slow or fast, weak or strong always keeping the pace, setting the pace and filling us up a new with every beat. Creating the music we dance to.
Ali Orci
Its soft and low when time is slow. Then she walks down the stairs and it skips into the love Ive know and make me me.
maovegas
kubla khan,
liz k-ross;
we all been travelin’,
no matter the cost.
this way whines,
that way
you overobsess:
(almost accessible
language)
you do the rest.
paschal
thump thump thump…
pounding, breathing, heaving overboard. It pulls me in and sucks me out. Dreadfully alluring….Tragically mortal. I feel heavy and I feel light as I run along the garden path toward the thumping of a dying creature. You know you are going to lose it when you can no longer see the whiteness of air pulled tight around your face.
Rose
He walked into my vision, and I gasped. My heartbeat thumped in my chest, pulse quickened and sweat broke out on my forehead. A smile crossed my lips. He was soft, fuzzy, tricolored, wriggly, squealy. He was my new dog, and I was already in love.
Carolyn
Excites the love inside
kishansuriya
Only a heartbeat away. My husband who has had triple bypass surgery, snores and mumbles in his sleep. Yes only a heartbeat away. Worried and grateful at the same time.
Chris G
in a heartbeat, lost. in a heart beat, caught up. in a heart beat, dead. in one beat, it all begins.
long live the heartbeat, the spirit of the moment, the spark of life that brings life in to life.
lub dub lub dub lub dub…
what are you doing? she asked
singing along with your heart
Your heart beats and I wait.
Another moment and still I wait.
Perhaps a few more and I will see
That you love me
Or even
Think of me at all
for sure :
once,
there will be no longer a heartbeat in your body.
Be prepared
my child likes to use the words heart beep for heartbeat. I love her so. She is the light of my life and the love of my heart and I am so glad she is in my world with her little heart beating to the drum of my heart
I want to make your heart beat just for me. every skip felt like eternity where it’s just you and me.
a heartbeat is the measure of time- of love, of moments, a rythym that can’t be disrupted. Soft, frantic, pounding, soothing- it is a natural beat that we all are attuned to. There is no escaping the allure of our first memory- the beating heart of our mother. To hear a heartbeat is to be in sync with the person whose heart it is.
i don’t love him anymore.
i’m so glad that you dont make my heartbeat go fast anymore. you weren’t worth it. and i’m really glad i know that now. better late than never right?
a dull thud on the membrane of my ribcage. peel back my lungs, you cried, and i did, we breathed the blind air gulping as fish out of water often do, in a simultaneous synchronized sweaty dance and my head on your chest was a drum.
It was so cold, I could feel my fingertips freeze at the ends. My heartbeat got slower, and deeper, and I could feel the pulse through every vein weaken, and tire. I was not panicked, however, even though the situation was terrifying. I simply lay there, taking deep breaths.
love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love you love love love love love love love love love me love love love love love love love love love love love love love love love.
I can’t breathe. I saw his face, and well, i think i fell in love with him at that moment. i lost my heartbeat, and it was gone, and all that was left was me and him. We just stared at eachother, as our souls secretly intertwined, together. and that is exactly where i want to stay.
he can’t see it but i feel it. that throbing piece of relationship, of something everyone longs for being loudly inside this chest of mine. i can’t believe this is real, i can’t believe i feel this. he can never know that my heart beat is strong enough for him.
pulsing, throbbing. It fills your ears as you pause and catch your breath, when the walls feel like they’re closing in it’s so loud there’s nothing else to hear. A reminder of your mortality and an assurance that you’ll live for another second. A constant, a rythmn, a companion in the silent night.
i hear
i heart
i beat
i swallow.
i swoon
i swish
i swat
i swill.
i sit
i hope
i help
i hear.
i heart
i sip
i dream
i weep.
i sleep.
He’s asleep already, but I can hear the sound of his heartbeat as I lay my head on his chest. I imagine what might happen to me if suddenly that heartbeat were to cease. My whole life would change, and I imagine it would be liberation. I would be free of loving him, finally. Finally. Free to imagine a whole new life.
your heart serves as your lifeline.
you feel each beat against your chest, and you know that it’s slowly, slowly, slowing down.
you count each beat of your heart,
and fall asleep to its rhythm.
it’s time to say goodbye.
Her heart beat was erratic, unstable. I was afraid; so afraid. The love of my life was dyig before my very eyes. What was I to do?
Life or the beginning of such. Needed to sustain living. Increases with excitment and stress. I a sign that we are all the same and made the same way.
I can hear my own heartbeat under my skin, pumpung the blood, the adrenaline, the minutes, the time…to what could be the end of me as I am. Waiting is hard.
your breathe my skin
your skin my breathe
never leave
never let go
you’re mind forever more
beat
beat
beat
faster
harder
stronger
never leave me
til death do us part
heartfelt
your heartbeat was shallow under your thick warm skin,
the day went cold and your steady breath held me tightly.
i was a victim to your heart, to your heartbeat,
but never did you return the gift i gave you.
i could tell you would break my heart,
i could tell that you would smother it in that beat of yours.
and i was right.
your heartbeat took mine in a lovely bray,
yet returned it with nothing left to beat for.
I love laying with someone and listening to thier heartbeat. It tells a lot about a person. Is it calm and steady or is it fast and nervous? I love the fast, nervous ones.
heartbeat
heartBEAT
heartBEAT
hheeaarrttBBE A …E……..T…
h…
that’s how i lost him
The beat of my heartbeat slows to a murmur
When you’re not around
It quickens in pace
and grows louder in sound
its my heart which beats often. Not every often. But often enough to keep me alive. A mouse hearts beats more often… to often for me.
Prowling creature in the night
Seeking the heartbeat of a weak prey
To stalk and murder, in dusk light
Ripping flesh, and tearing life
Prowling creature in the night
doing all i can do just to be close to you. I love that song by Scouting for Girls. It’s so original; it’s funny and sweet but somehow true. I have this weird complex where I adore lovesongs (well, at least ones that are catchy and more than syrup) but I am totally unable to really express these sentiments myself. I must require a proxy. Sometimes I wonder if that’s normal in a woman, but maybe i just think society is telling me that I should be doing one thing vs another.
i have haertbeats…its very needfull for everyone…when i was falling in love my hearbeat was so loud. i love her the my heart beat will fast.
Jose Gonzales has a song called heartbeats which is fantastic. It’s in an advert which has millions of bouncy balls bouncing down a huge hill, all different colours.
Theres another advert as well that has rabbits and plastacine things in all colours, and it’s by the same people. They’re awesome adverts.
my hearbeats when i think of yuo. see you, or even smell youre old jeans…everything about you is so amazing, it brings back old memories and makes me want to cry. i love you the most in this world and want you to be here. please come back, really, we a
The heartbeat is so fast when I see my first cursh after a long time. It is still resounding in me to say that you are my first crush. I can hear my heartbeat
Life! Heartbeat represents life to me..It is the pulse that sets our pace. Faster with excitement, like when I see Mike. It stops when I am scared. Always keeping me on track giving life’s blood and nourishing. Beeping along and keeping me going. The drum that beats our music of life. Slow or fast, weak or strong always keeping the pace, setting the pace and filling us up a new with every beat. Creating the music we dance to.
Its soft and low when time is slow. Then she walks down the stairs and it skips into the love Ive know and make me me.
kubla khan,
liz k-ross;
we all been travelin’,
no matter the cost.
this way whines,
that way
you overobsess:
(almost accessible
language)
you do the rest.
thump thump thump…
pounding, breathing, heaving overboard. It pulls me in and sucks me out. Dreadfully alluring….Tragically mortal. I feel heavy and I feel light as I run along the garden path toward the thumping of a dying creature. You know you are going to lose it when you can no longer see the whiteness of air pulled tight around your face.
He walked into my vision, and I gasped. My heartbeat thumped in my chest, pulse quickened and sweat broke out on my forehead. A smile crossed my lips. He was soft, fuzzy, tricolored, wriggly, squealy. He was my new dog, and I was already in love.
Excites the love inside
Only a heartbeat away. My husband who has had triple bypass surgery, snores and mumbles in his sleep. Yes only a heartbeat away. Worried and grateful at the same time.
in a heartbeat, lost. in a heart beat, caught up. in a heart beat, dead. in one beat, it all begins.
long live the heartbeat, the spirit of the moment, the spark of life that brings life in to life.
Loosen up, feel the beat.