the heart

a peace of flesh, a muscle
something so delicate should
be kept away in a dark place
these animals out there look for
someone who is open who will invited u in

giving u ;love showing compation
leaving u sitting there with trust
and u looking 4 there weekness
waiting to stirke hard and alone

keeping a knife close to u.
u slit it open and run
but where can u run, there
is no way u can leave a heart open

u live 4 pain, a muscle that is keeping the pain
the fake love u gave not giving another chance
to anyone leaving the rest to fend 4 it self
not warning any one leaving them
to accept the fake love

my  muscle is torn and it will never heal
not giving anyone a chance to see the state it is in
keeping it from the world from you
the muscle is not a toy

SO PLEASE KEEP UR MUSCLE INSIDE