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