“Tell me my heart beats a war drumthat my eyes are not just armiesbut my spineis a harpoon.”
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.”
“My heart keeps begging me for a reason to keep beating, but I'm running out of lies to tell it”
“My heart will not beat again until my sight rests upon your emerald eyes,” he whispered into my ear.”
“You’re the beat to my heart, the oxygen in my lungs, and the whisper to my soul,” Murdock recited as he stared Heaven in his eyes.”
“Miss me?" he whispered, giving me the once-over, eyes lingering on my chest. My heart skipped a beat. My glyph pulsed painfully."Like a urinary tract infection," I said, through gritted teeth.”