Good Heart

You told me, "Darling, don't you worry oh my dear"
But my mind it worries much to much I do fear

Sick of a march made of patterns and circles in time
Bravery sprung from cacophonous calls of our crimes

I told you, "Darling, don't you dare come so near"
Prompted by lungs seeking hydrogen, oxygen clear, but

Weave me a thread from your chest and a spindle from spine
Tapestry hung from a delicate frame in our minds

But you had a good heart