Some are ice cold, yet some burn like the sun.
Some seem to be a million miles away,
yet some seem to be close by as if they plan to stay.
Some hearts long and yearn for days long past and gone by,
while some hearts ache for whats to come or on the other side.
There are a few hearts that seem to have a hold of something tanglible--
something real,
while the rest just want something that just for a moment becomes understandable
and minutely clear
Some hearts are stuck searching for the words its mouth can't say
while the lucky hearts have expressible impressions of the heart to tell of for days
Some hearts can be found on ones sleeve or in the expressions on ones face
other hearts can't be found anywhere, like its kept hidden away.
Where do I keep my heart, you ask?
My heart is much like the first, it is protected by walls of glass.
I can't seem to help but keep it in the open, as if it and all the passions it brings are set on a stage.
Yours, on the other hand, I can't seem to find--i don't understand your ways!
I wear my heart on my sleeve for all to see.
While yours is buried in the sand, kept far away from me.
While a heart living in the public may suffer much injury,
a heart kept shut up will die out and is merely adrift out in the sea.
Not all hearts receive love, and even fewer open up to give it.
Hearts who never risk giving that love are the very ones sacrificing the ability to ever receive it.
