LOVE

I keep my heart in chains,
To block out all of the pain,

For what hurts the most,
Is letting people close,

Now, the heart is a valuble thing,
But, when you lock it away, it will start to decay,

Is a black, deadned heart better than a wounded one?

You can always sew yourself back together,
But once it's gone, it's gone forever.

A heart cannot survive without love.
It thrives to fill your lustful needs,

Let him in,

Keep her close,

That's what you really need most.

The heart is red for a reason;

Roses and passion, love and hate.

The heart beats for these four things,

There is a reason it isn't white: there's nothing pure about loving in the night.

Your lover thrives on the things you need,
In hopes that you are not easily pleased.

If it isn't rought, it isn't fun.

And if it isn't tough it isn't Love.