I separated my mind and heart, because they never can agree. Always seem too have different needs, and bicker endlessly.

I built a wall up higher, trying to protect my soul. My mind said he would break me, my heart couldn't take another toll.

My heart kept whispering his name, and longing for his touch. I couldn't make my mind agree, it warned it's far to much.

Hearts must be made of glass, and we keep our minds in chains. After all the heartache I've endured, maybe only a pretty face remains.

Conflicted because I never got to say, all that I might. Tormented by the memories of you, and how my mind and heart still fight.

I fell in love with you too easily.
Too easily, I hoped and prayed
and placed too much faith in something I knew,
in the back of my mind, was not there.
I placed you on a pedestal
so high and above the clouds
it was unreachable, and I loved you
from the ground on which I stood
to the stars that hung above your head.
You never looked down, you never noticed.
And I planted beanstalk upon beanstalk
to try and get to you, but they all withered and died.
I tried and tried, and still you never glanced at me.
But I loved you all the same.
I loved from a distance, the same way I loved before.
It was easy to love you, it was easy to try.
And it was easy to get hurt, and have my selfish hopes ruined.
It was also easy to stop caring,
To stop sitting at the base of the pedestal that I built.
Oh it was so easy to dismantle that pedestal.
Too easy.
It was hard, though,
seeing you on the same plane as I.
Seeing you for who you were and not what I wanted you to be.
It was hard to walk away, because I did love you,
I just didn't love you enough to stay and hope anymore.
So I did.
I walked away, and left you there,
bewildered at my antics, and still not seeing
the ruins of the pedestal, the dimming of the stars,
or the withered beanstalks that littered the ground around you.
I walked away.
But I left a piece of me with you,
and you still haven't noticed.

Love is the emblem of eternity;
it confounds all notion of time,
effaces all memory of a beginning,
all fear of an end.

I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.

Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life

Here i am an empty shell,
facade in public- i continue to smile.
if i laugh, i'm happy you see!
but on the inside i'm a broken melody.

Listen to my sorrowful symphony,
words unspoken its a tragedy.
Crumbling- my soul's melancholy

Benign feelings amplify.
The reluctant feeling of wanting to die.
Its foolish i know,
My heart gets excrutiatingly cold.      

Quietly- I'll leave without a word tonight.      
Not in body, but in spirit- I start to cry.
The silent whimper of a thousand words,
Engulfs me whole--it truly hurts.

Unknown to many-- sorrow refires.
My body trembles,
Im left in tatters.    
My heart's in scatters,
Im no longer whole.

Inside i'm an empty shell-
But no one would ever be able to tell.

Roses are red, violets are blue
My bones are broken, my skin black and blue
Why do you keep beating me on the head with that shoe
You tore out my eyes, intestines and testicles too
Let me bleed for a while, then made a *** of stew

You’re so dam crazy, it’s too late for me, if only I knew
How you like to perform lobotomies, after you sniff glue
The last one oozed brain mater, which you began to chew
It seems that Quentin Terintino has nothing on you
Some things so scary I can’t mention, they are very taboo

Beware all you naive boys, she’s the devil in a tou tou
She’ll **** on you more than what can be found at a Zoo
Her lies filled my head, stretching it till it popped and blew
Wait! Or was it the explosive poisons she put in my shampoo