Oh my acts of love, it is such a crime
How I often find you showing how everything is temporary, Finding you in different bodies each time,
You reside within me yet you always need someone else to fill your love diary.
Tiny prickles of love in my heart,
You roam free and wild like a wolf in summer shade,
When you find someone with a heart in symphony to your trade, you’re too soon to depart, You fly and spread your tickles of love in someone else’s heart of barricades.
Dream a perfect person, Give them a shape,
Only to find how that person wants to run,
Away from the likes of your fictions of a hero in a cape.
I find you in different bodies, different souls,
Yet every time I look into myself to find you, you’re never there!
I guess you’re afraid of how I’ll treat you, is that why you always find comfort in others and never in me? ME a withered rose!
Too fragile to love you, so I keep searching a good pair of hands to hand you in, cause there’s no safe place for you in my lair.
But trust me I’m learning, give me a chance, I’ll try my best to treat you better,
You can stay now, don’t wander into dead ends I’ll keep you safe, I’ll take you in my hands, I promise you I’ll never let you have another heartbreak that is so bitter.