Hearts were never meant to end up in the snow
Frozen to porcelain/
Why?
No body knows
My dreams are films of moments
That I try to relive.
You don't think the same at all
This means nothing 2 you.
This pungent romance,
That i fumble to and call "love"
This reason for being;
My justification of my own existence
Hearts are never served on plates anymore.
They throw them all away.
Please care enoough 2 smile back when I pour my heart to you...