Heart.

I feel my heart beating heavy,

I feel my heavy heart beating like a drum.

I hear my heart to the sound of my hums.

Singing songs of buoyant hope,

Hearing my honesty will slice yours.

I don’t know why I like attention.

Maybe because I was left alone in detention.

Alone kid, and kid that just wants to go home.

But God blesses us in ways we need the most.

Keep hope. Kid or distant brother.

Back in college and it will be a long summer.

I made it this far and so will you.

Follow your heart, is what you should do.