Our Open Hearts

Our open hearts will stay up late.
When eyelids fall I contemplate
Of telling you of how I burst
With words I’ve desp’rately rehearsed.
Anxiety’s a funny trait.

Within my body you create
Sensations I cannot deflate.
I sometimes feel it’s like we’ve cursed
Our open hearts.

I’m falling at a steady rate
But fear that you cannot relate;
Though I recall you were the first
To pucker up with your lips pursed
And kiss me to communicate
Our open hearts.