Oh, If this heart could speak, it would scream from the rooftops about the love it has shared.
If this heart could speak, it would tell you the stories of every scar from lost love and the pain of loss.
If this heart could speak it would sing joy to everyone who would lend it an ear.
If this heart could speak, it would never tell the secrets of those it has seen.
If this heart could speak it would tell you of the fathomless depths from which one can loathe another.
But if this heart could speak, it would ask you to give a bit in order to receive.
For this heart is shy, but loving indeed, and although it beats in darkness It wants no more than to plant light filled seeds.
Because it hates the pain others can bear so it aims to give to them so they give it a share of the burdens they carry.
And until this heart is dead and buried it will never stop beating the story of surviving.
But this heart cannot speak so these words will do, and all it can say is to ask one thing of you.
Leave your burdens with each other, for you're never alone, and never call yourself heartless for that is your only home.