No, this is how you break a heart,
perhaps, too, how you make a heart.
I felt it before, liquid tint, upon my eyes
For me, once has been enough tries
I've had my heart crested with frost
Now I'm too afraid of being lost.
Stop now-! I struggle to request,
Yet, its too late. I should have guessed.
To ask a promise- the only protection
No! Better to leave the unasked question
I want to believe that hearts are gold
But I can't ignore what my heart has been told
Why is everything so twisted?
'Cause truth is too risky, unless misted
This is how you make a heart
But this too, is how you break a heart.
P.L.Rao
29th December 2008
