If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would speak of the love that has grown
For it was fed by the hands of the pure
Of darkness & sorrow, those hands endure
Yet defeat never claimed your brave soul
Taught me that even fire can lighten a tarnished coal
A lesson of gold was given through tenderness
That quelled the treacherous worms from existence
If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would speak of the lover that became my home
This genial home, of you, I long to hold and rest
I dream to be a host, a nightmare it is if I remain a guest
If you sent yellow roses, in crimson color I’d paint
For I can’t just be a friend, a yellow rose that would faint
In this city, they seek the illusion of perfection
But we all have our black dots that ache for connection
If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would speak of the fervor that pierced my bones
For your honeyed words and benevolent actions
Were a flooded fuel that created a blazing passion
Surrounding my heart, solid wooden trees stood as fences
But to ashes they turned and bowed leaving me defenseless
As the luminous moon that hangs upon us turns black
The direction of the light you point, for it leaked through the crack
If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would speak of your name carved on my stone
The stone that I cleaned then neglected
For the previous name of pain he reflected
Your warm smile held this jagged edged blade
In a slow motion the tool embraces the stone and engraves
A gloomy rusty stone polished by a series of tragedies
It became a ruby with a stroke of felicity, the sweetest of remedies
If my heart had a tongue of its own
It would declare its love to all the unknown
For my emotions twirls and hurls within the space of my heart
Like a brush splattering its colors of love to create an art
Within my stomach there aren’t any butterflies
But a fist sized heart that fell then shall rise
These are the unspoken words that my heart would yell
But it has no tongue of its own, thus it pounds and swells
