I heard someone say,
As I was walking aimlessly today,
Does your heart beat for the one you love
or does it simply do it's bidding in your body's glove?
For I said to the stranger,
There isn't any danger,
For my heart beats only for one,
Though he doesn't feel it that way,
And even if I were ever alone, with my last breath,
I'll love him forever and a day, even in my death.
I have given my all, my heart, my love, my affections,
And gotten nothing in return.
Perhaps the cold hearted bastards are really better off, when they wreck havoc on their prey and care not for the the fall out.
But no, I am destined to have a heart and a soul and thus bound by the rules of them both.
So many times, so many nights have passed when I have yearned and cried for the consolation that I so seek in futility.
So many times have I loved and lost out to the whims and selfishness of so many. I guess it is time to wreck havoc of my own.
The heart is a strange thing indeed.
Isn't it so, you break it, it rips, it tears.
If it loves, it fills with joy, it melts in desire, it aches in longing.
It closes with hate, it hardens as it changes.
the heart beats only so many times before it melts, it breaks, it hardens, it changes, it loves, and eventually it stops.
