Sorrows linger over my heart,
Thrown down, tossed away.
And yet left behind,
Walked off in another direction.
I wonder if anything will ever fix me.
Mend me, make me pretty.
We've come far,
Further then many may ever go.
Along side a path, we tend to trip at times.
On the stone walls,
This whole dealing seems risky.
Yet I can't seem to untighten my grasp.
What a silly, silly girl I am.
Colors begin to dance around me,
I question their prescence though it doesn't matter.
Love is such a complex emotion,
It's just too blind, yet so intense.
You may ask, Yes sorrow does drown me.
I'm talking about my heart is stolen.
I don't think I can get it back.
Holding onto such thin string,
Slipping, tearing between my small fingertips.
Tears are gushing, pouring.
Ready to stop a drought in some dry country.
I'd say perhaps home but thats not the point.
So tried of waking up, think well about the idea.
Creating plans, with knives and pins.
Then wonder why the pain never leaves.
Dark eyes hold so much more;
My curiosity is beginning to get the better of me.
As is my heart, it's flying yet all too free.
I must catch it and bring it back where it belongs.
Hidden away and thrown away the key.
Change me; I wish you could but there's no other way.
I love you.
You love me.
How could that be so wrong?
