Heartstrings Symphony

My chest a cage, his melody the inmate,

Beatin' like 808s under midnight's weight.

A rebel with a cause, ignitin' my art,

This man's no soldier, he's a poet with a heart.

He's a drummer in my ribcage, poundin' the beat,

A dancer in my veins, tappin’ on repeat.

Take my breath hostage when he skips or starts,

This man ain't mine—'cause I’m his, my heart.

In the dark, we spar, words drenched in wine,

A sparrow on the mic, singin' sharp and divine.

Fingers trace lifelines on his satin shore,

My heart, the keyholder, unlockin' all doors.

Candlelit nights, shadows play their tune,

Fireflies blink Morse code under crescents of moon.

His whispers the ink, my body the scroll,

Love letters scrawled deep, right into my soul.

A timepiece tickin', gears grind my fate,

Bound in his orbit like planets rotate.

Sapphire promises spill from his tongue,

This heart is my curse but his anthem’s been sung.

He's a drummer in my ribcage, poundin' the beat,

A dancer in my veins, tappin’ on repeat.

Take my breath hostage when he skips or starts,

This man ain't mine—'cause I’m his, my heart.