Untitled for now
This one is getting a title very soon, I am unsure which one to pick for it just yet though.
To whom I owe this pleasure,
To whom holds their heart on their sleeve, gently.
To whom you gift your heart for them to receive.
Do not perish thee, do not take for granted what you cannot see, for they shield off their heart holding it gently not rough, they ward off the harm before they can even touch it.
For you provoked them, but they shall never lose the beautiful gift they were given.
The one that is forsaken.
Through the storm the dribbling raindrops bouncing off the patio and off every pathway, through the wind and through the dismay, they will continue to fight through the raging downpour and find the one that got away.
You can try to destroy it, but a heart like that never breaks.
You can try and tear it apart, but the tears in their eyes will always make you stop no matter who you are.
Because you are not the one in control, the heart wants what it wants, and who are we to disagree?
Tell that to the lovers who run down the street, lovers lane is where they meet, and together they met the missing piece.