Surrounding my most precious organ
Is a wall made of the hardest metals, hardest stone
A wall that has
that has been built upon throughout the years
This wall built to shelter myself from the outside world
From the dangers of love, of another heartbreak
Another fake who doesn't love or even care
about me in any way
Who just loves to play the game of hearts
To start battles between the heart and the head
A Russian roulette addict
Who's played so many times
And come out victorious
On the other side
Cocooned by these walls
A gem lies
Waiting for the right moment to arise,
to peek out of its home
And fall into the hand of the someone
Who is ready to replace it with his/her own
This gem is cracked
Mishapen as if it has been molded together
One time to many
It's been sewn back together
With a gown of velvet and silk
To keep it where it's meant to be
As a last precaution
So it doesn't fall into the wrong hands
And be tired 'till exhaustion
Till it's been drained of all it's love
Of all it's strength
Left unable to be fixed once more
