what fickle things these hearts of ours
that love feeling pain and gaining scars,Â
what fickle things
they love to loveÂ
but far often not, Â
do they want what they ought,
they love to play games
and trick us so
what fickle things
our hearts of gold
what precious things
that beat within
that let us love
and begin again,Â
they feel everything
and nothing at all
make our heads spin
and our bodies fall
what silly things these hearts of ours,Â
they love to love the impossible
in impossible situations,
wanting to love the miserable and the broken
one day, these hearts of ours
will meet one another
and forever they will be tied together,Â
no distance can break what those two hearts share
its something beyond reason,Â
beyond compare
science can’t explain it
and honestly neither can I,Â
how someone can leave such an imprint
forever in our minds
what fickle things these hearts of ours
that build a home and treasure hearts
we put little cages round
in hopes that one day, someone will knock them down
waiting for the one, who holds the key
cages were meant to broken, I think we all agree
our hearts are terrible creatures
bound to live and breathe
in the dark they beat hard
trying to break through
cages were meant to be broken
hearts weren’t meant to be ruled
what fickle things these hearts of ours
that beat and beat and beat for hours
then one day, they decide to stop
they lived their life
and loved all they could
time on earth was short
but they did what one should
loved without fear
or expectation
loved to love the broken and the beaten
took in who they could
and wrapped them in light
gave what one should
gave all their
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