Heart's Drum

Heart's Drum

Look at me,
see my pain,
carved into my heart,
by your love.
The beat like a drum,
the rythmatic pound of your fist,
I want to let you in,
but you're gone.

Running through the walls,
Running through your arms,
Running through your heart,
Chilling your bones,
the ghost of your love;
Forget me Love,
I am nothing compared to you.

So I'll go,
and beat my drum,
the drum of my heart,
and beat the rhyme you beat for me,
and I'll march on.
March on.