🫀 What Happened to the Heart?

It whispered once in every breath,
Before the world grew cold and clever.
It stitched our dreams in threads of red,
And trusted always meant forever.

But logic came with sharpened edge,
To cut the song from out the chest.
It named the pulse “a mere machine,”
And told the soul to second-guess.

Yet still it beats—beneath the noise,
In quiet rooms, in lovers’ touch.
You’ll find it where the stars rejoice:
In feeling much—and thinking just.

― ~<3 ̃̂ͭi̬̣ͮn̏̐ͣf̯͓ͣtͤ̃ẏͯͪ.̃ͬ͐∞ / Ævitas