I’ve locked up my heart, and thrown away the key,
So anyone who seeks it, would have to answer me;
Why is love so fickle these days with nothing more,
Than easy words, passion and later a heart sore?
I loved one who proved to be a liar and a thief,
Took all of me and left nothing but grief.
Rocked my world, stole the ground from under
Built me up, then tore me asunder.
We started off as friends, and that was fine,
Until we seemed to have crossed that line,
That separates love from friendship slightly,
Ardor drew me in but ended unsightly.
O God it’s happening for a second time,
This emotion has but reached its prime.
A nip in the bud is not required,
For my heart has not been acquired.
As I look at you I feel nothing but sorrow,
Even your “ I love you” sounds so hollow.
For with a closed heart, one cannot love,
Unless through some miracle from above.
Can I risk loving and caring for someone again?
How can something so sweet be so full of pain?
Could you be the one to find a way to my heart?
Might your love fill in that missing part?
Can you make what’s broke unbroken?
Is your affection more than a token?
Looking in your eyes I see promise,
Love answers, builds on this premise.
Search for the key I beg of you,
And to you I shall ever be true.
Should you succeed, please do me no wrong,
Then I will love you all the while long.