There was a man who carried his heart
in the palm of his right hand.
He had a grande, that lay the other way.
He just stood there with them both in his hands.
The first time we met he held out them out.
Then asked me to choose my lover.
I choose the granade,
and i left the heart there to fade.
He ripped out my heart.
Put the granade where it belonged,
and told me to have a nice day.
I'm walking alone and a fellow comes along
with a smile from ear to ear.
he said i think i love you, i do
your so perfect it's true.
oh please, wont you be mine?
So i waste no time,
and fell in love on the drop of a dime.
But then my heart explodes.
My sister painted a picture of a man holding a granade infront of a tree, and i love that picture. later i found out she did a collection. and in the collection, there is a nother painting where the granade turns to a heart...but then it explodes.
that is where i got my insperation. :) enjoy all