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Colors of the Heartbeat 2 by Rebecca

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Colors of the Heartbeat 2 by Rebecca - pop music cover art

Colors of the Heartbeat 2

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windows fogged with morning breath, the city sips its quiet streets,
shadows stretch and yawn beneath a sky stained with yesterday’s dreams,
footsteps scatter in the puddles, chasing stories that won’t sleep,
every heartbeat’s tracing colors where silence likes to creep.
waves of change, they pull and sway, under skin they hum and play,
caught between the bright and bruised, the night unwraps what day refused.
here in the pulse, the riot, the calm,
where every scar is a whispered psalm,
we wear the shades from joy to ache,
in every breath the colors wake.
no need to hide, no need to part—
these are the colors of the heartbeat’s art.
streetlamps flicker like old ghosts, neon blue but not the tired kind,
fingers tap on glass, tracing the maps of moons left behind,
lost convos linger like vinyl spins, broken beats with familiar grins,
we’re painting with sounds that stretch beyond where the light begins.
tides that catch in hopeful traps, pull me back and push me past,
in the clash of dark and flame, there’s a voice that knows my name.
here in the pulse, the riot, the calm,
where every scar is a whispered psalm,
we wear the shades from joy to ache,
in every breath the colors wake.
no need to hide, no need to part—
these are the colors of the heartbeat’s art.
spin it slow—this flicker that’s sewn inside my chest,
frayed edges weave through the quiet moments when i catch my breath.
no black or white, just waves that bend, like stories with no end,
colors bleed beyond the lines—this is where i start again.
here in the pulse, the riot, the calm,
where every scar is a whispered psalm,
we wear the shades from joy to ache,
in every breath the colors wake.
no need to hide, no need to part—
these are the colors of the heartbeat’s art.
the whispers low, the skyline streaks,
in every silence, a color speaks.