“The Heart”

The heart pulses and races
It can be destroyed yet built again
All my distant loves, my old flames, have left traces
Everyday a love dies, Everyday a love begins
Love, Jealousy, Guilt and Hate
When I see you it skips a beat, when I see you it burns
It’s all too much to take, why does it break
I wish I could love you but I can’t, it’s a curse
I wish I could hate you, but I won’t without a doubt
Don’t you see the twisted knife while my heart swells and it hurts
I’m so afraid you’re going to leave me carved out

By: Rosemarie varriale