I could feel his heartbeat, his organ seemed to jump from his chest. Why? Was it because of me? Had i been fooled into more than friendly movie? Was there something else? Was there nothing at all? “David” I opened my mouth, all that could come out was his name.
I could feel his heartbeat, his organ seemed to jump from his chest. Why? Was it because of me? Had i been fooled into more than friendly movie? Was there something else? Was there nothing at all? “David” I opened my mouth, all that could come out was his name.
My heart beats so fast when I think of going back to school. It is weird how in love I am with Maryland. I can’t stop thinking about it. The campus, my friends, the strangers, the teachers, the buildings, the grass. The library. I just love everyone and everything that has to do with it. I want to ride the bus and take walks and sit on the metro. Everyone should love Maryland. I can’t wait for the games. My heart might explode if I don’t go back soon.
Your heartbeat pounding against mine. Thundering like the hooves of wild horses, running from the storm. I’ll never forget the erratic, erotic feeling of your heart racing against my breast.
It stopped. My knife stopped it. His heartbeat stopping mine. I can’t believe this. What happened to me? How did I end up like this? What happened to the sweet child who didn’t understand
it makes you think. You need it to live, and many beatiful sonds are written about it. I love the fact you can feel it, and that when your heart beats you are pulsing with life. You are life. Life is yours. The reason you have a heartbeat is to pump blood around your body. It keeps you alive and helps you survive.
one day, it will end. done, over. but we will have out memories, thats all you truly have. your friends, your memories…thats all. Do please, dont let it pass you by
My heartbeats feed the blackholes where nothing lives in blind caves. Pressure cracks and warps, but Light shafts from the stars are not visible. Air is missing, mouths hissing, as look for that lost thing, but empty handed, I free fall.
I have a dead heartbeat. It doesn’t go pitter patter, or tick tock. Just a hum, a dying hum, like I imagine trees make as the cackle of fire springs up around them. My heart isn’t on fire though, it’s dying from smoke inhalation because everything around me, everything in my life, is actually going up in flames.
He stopped, not able to move, his mind reeling as he saw the flash of green light. A moment later he could tell that it hadn’t hit Mike, but it didn’t matter; Mike was lying on the ground anyway, and Terry knew without having to check that the heart in the chest beat no more, that the person known as Michael Corner was no longer with them.
My best friend, lay in my hands, blood seeping from the gun shot wound. I could no longer hear his heartbeat, could think of nothing but the day we met, the day he promised me he’d be there for me, forever. Now he was gone. Forever hadn’t lasted as long as I had expected. They never tell you how hard it is to lose someone you love. It’s a piercing pain in the bottom of your heart, that breaks you apart more and more each day. You’re never prepared, can never be prepared, for the pain that comes, when your best friend loses his heartbeat.
hearbeat is both a word devoted to the arts and to the sciences. when you think of a heartbeat you will inevitably think of love and what sustains that love but life. life is sustained be beating. life sustained by rhythm….. heart beat and
i suppose thats what keeps your body moving functioning not so much what fuels the love of the heart funny how people think love happens in the heart a little muscle chuggin away
i suppose thats what keeps your body moving functioning not so much what fuels the love of the heart funny how people think love happens in the heart a little muscle chuggin away
its in your chest, you just have to feel it. It keeps two people together, the passion, the breathing. When its gone, you have no more breath; youre life has come to an end, and your memories are forged in the minds of those who have loved you.
he laid down next to her. All he could think about was what he should do next. She began to stir, and as she gently opened her eyes, she lifted her head and placed it on his chest. He felt his own heartbeat racing faster and faster, and she heard it as the sound of love.
a thing that mealts in my heand, when i go wrong. i dont know what to feel about is.. just that it makes me tick .and makes me do wrong stuff, it really is overestimated
It is the continuous pound that makes us live. The most unappreciated “something” in my opinion. Not many people think about life and thank their heart for being healthy and repeatedly beating for their body to function. I shall thank my heart more often after self-realization that I don’t think about my heart, and my body…yay.
i think of grandma, how her heartbeat was to serve, to love others… she was the heartbeat of our family. and then her heartbeat was gone, so suddenly. i didn’t have time to think. it shocked everyone. i think of grandma. heartbeat. love her
I can hear your heartbeat from all the way on the other side of table. It taps lightly against your chest as you talk about him. Your cheeks grow warm and your eyes say all the things that your lips won’t reveal. I’m hearing a heartbeat and I’m watching love taking over.
I can feel my heartbeat throbbing within me, its steady rhythm keeping time as I run barefoot through the streets. I don’t know why they were so angry, but I don’t intend to find out; I intend to get as far away as I can before they catch me.
when ever i see him my heart beats faster and faster. i get wobbly kness and butterflies in my stomach, evertime i see him i just want him to place his ear over my hear and listen to how fast he makes my heart beat. he is the most wonderful guy and the world and i wish he was mine forever and ever, never to leave my side.
A heartbeat is a magical thing that only you yourself can experience inside you. It is the key to living and unlocks your life. It’s yours, and enjoy every beat of it.
I could feel his heartbeat, his organ seemed to jump from his chest. Why? Was it because of me? Had i been fooled into more than friendly movie? Was there something else? Was there nothing at all? “David” I opened my mouth, all that could come out was his name.
I could feel his heartbeat, his organ seemed to jump from his chest. Why? Was it because of me? Had i been fooled into more than friendly movie? Was there something else? Was there nothing at all? “David” I opened my mouth, all that could come out was his name.
My heart beats so fast when I think of going back to school. It is weird how in love I am with Maryland. I can’t stop thinking about it. The campus, my friends, the strangers, the teachers, the buildings, the grass. The library. I just love everyone and everything that has to do with it. I want to ride the bus and take walks and sit on the metro. Everyone should love Maryland. I can’t wait for the games. My heart might explode if I don’t go back soon.
heartbeat is good well finidaoiidavvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
love. life. excitement. setting pace. quickens when you see someone. slows as you sleep. constant. life, beauty!
Your heartbeat pounding against mine. Thundering like the hooves of wild horses, running from the storm. I’ll never forget the erratic, erotic feeling of your heart racing against my breast.
It stopped. My knife stopped it. His heartbeat stopping mine. I can’t believe this. What happened to me? How did I end up like this? What happened to the sweet child who didn’t understand
it makes you think. You need it to live, and many beatiful sonds are written about it. I love the fact you can feel it, and that when your heart beats you are pulsing with life. You are life. Life is yours. The reason you have a heartbeat is to pump blood around your body. It keeps you alive and helps you survive.
in a heartbeat I was in Love. in a heartbeat he was gone. A million heartbeats later and I still see his face everyday in my heart
one day, it will end. done, over. but we will have out memories, thats all you truly have. your friends, your memories…thats all. Do please, dont let it pass you by
My heartbeats feed the blackholes where nothing lives in blind caves. Pressure cracks and warps, but Light shafts from the stars are not visible. Air is missing, mouths hissing, as look for that lost thing, but empty handed, I free fall.
I feel it, then wait. Just waiting for the next one, just to make sure it will come. just to make sure it isn’t broken for good.
I have a dead heartbeat. It doesn’t go pitter patter, or tick tock. Just a hum, a dying hum, like I imagine trees make as the cackle of fire springs up around them. My heart isn’t on fire though, it’s dying from smoke inhalation because everything around me, everything in my life, is actually going up in flames.
He stopped, not able to move, his mind reeling as he saw the flash of green light. A moment later he could tell that it hadn’t hit Mike, but it didn’t matter; Mike was lying on the ground anyway, and Terry knew without having to check that the heart in the chest beat no more, that the person known as Michael Corner was no longer with them.
(THE DAYD VERSE KILLED MY BRAIN.)
My best friend, lay in my hands, blood seeping from the gun shot wound. I could no longer hear his heartbeat, could think of nothing but the day we met, the day he promised me he’d be there for me, forever. Now he was gone. Forever hadn’t lasted as long as I had expected. They never tell you how hard it is to lose someone you love. It’s a piercing pain in the bottom of your heart, that breaks you apart more and more each day. You’re never prepared, can never be prepared, for the pain that comes, when your best friend loses his heartbeat.
hearbeat is both a word devoted to the arts and to the sciences. when you think of a heartbeat you will inevitably think of love and what sustains that love but life. life is sustained be beating. life sustained by rhythm….. heart beat and
i suppose thats what keeps your body moving functioning not so much what fuels the love of the heart funny how people think love happens in the heart a little muscle chuggin away
i suppose thats what keeps your body moving functioning not so much what fuels the love of the heart funny how people think love happens in the heart a little muscle chuggin away
love affection jealousy passion life pain happyness hate
its in your chest, you just have to feel it. It keeps two people together, the passion, the breathing. When its gone, you have no more breath; youre life has come to an end, and your memories are forged in the minds of those who have loved you.
he laid down next to her. All he could think about was what he should do next. She began to stir, and as she gently opened her eyes, she lifted her head and placed it on his chest. He felt his own heartbeat racing faster and faster, and she heard it as the sound of love.
a thing that mealts in my heand, when i go wrong. i dont know what to feel about is.. just that it makes me tick .and makes me do wrong stuff, it really is overestimated
i would take her back in a heartbeat, if only her heart beat for me.
It is the continuous pound that makes us live. The most unappreciated “something” in my opinion. Not many people think about life and thank their heart for being healthy and repeatedly beating for their body to function. I shall thank my heart more often after self-realization that I don’t think about my heart, and my body…yay.
efffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu heart beat agaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnn
i think of grandma, how her heartbeat was to serve, to love others… she was the heartbeat of our family. and then her heartbeat was gone, so suddenly. i didn’t have time to think. it shocked everyone. i think of grandma. heartbeat. love her
A heartbeat takes a second.
If this second was my life, I would happily die.
I instantly think of that Don Johnson song from Miami Vice in the 80’s. Back then it was popular for actors to have one sub-par pop hit.
i felt my heartbeat flutter and stop. I took a quick, ragged breath, and then all went black.
I can hear your heartbeat from all the way on the other side of table. It taps lightly against your chest as you talk about him. Your cheeks grow warm and your eyes say all the things that your lips won’t reveal. I’m hearing a heartbeat and I’m watching love taking over.
I can feel my heartbeat throbbing within me, its steady rhythm keeping time as I run barefoot through the streets. I don’t know why they were so angry, but I don’t intend to find out; I intend to get as far away as I can before they catch me.
The thing that keeps you going everyday.
The thing that you hear as you lye on his chest watching the stars.
The thing that quickens as you see the love of your life walk down the hall.
The Thing I wish I could hear from you, just once more.
it starts in a womb. It ends in a tomb.
when ever i see him my heart beats faster and faster. i get wobbly kness and butterflies in my stomach, evertime i see him i just want him to place his ear over my hear and listen to how fast he makes my heart beat. he is the most wonderful guy and the world and i wish he was mine forever and ever, never to leave my side.
maesures your pulse
increases as you work out increases
can sometimes be too fast and give you a heart attack
A heartbeat is a magical thing that only you yourself can experience inside you. It is the key to living and unlocks your life. It’s yours, and enjoy every beat of it.
gentel drum that carys the rythem of life. It follows the pattern of you , of the world, and is the source of life.