I'm talking to myself and I'm talking to the tears.
I'm wishing it was you I'm talking to, but you're not here.
I sleep but I don't rest.
My dreams play like nightmares.
and, in all honesty, I'm cursing this in protest.
I can feel and they can see
my hearts' violence affecting me.
We're watching its contusion spreading with my tears
and, yet, it's bravery begins to eclipse my fears.
It's our kiss--the sound of my heart.
It's your words--they echo in my mind.
I know Jesus--He calms storms and throws stars, so
I'll bet He understands a heart like mine.
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