Mar 2011
I know this might sound over done, or the phrase might be over used; but you my dear, are not who you say you are. King of hearts, you claim...HA! You have no idea what you do. So you claim all these girls love you, while you simply plant the seed in all you desire, waiting for them to bloom, bud, desire you for water. You wait and watch and from those that grow pick the few that interest you the most, or suite your needs, or fit your profile.
God you're such a thief. I was there, watching it unfold and yet I let you plant a seedling in me. I opened my mouth and let you reach down my throat and burrow that seed into my heart, and there it grew into a wild thorn I simply could not remove on my own. I begged and begged for you to take it out, but you simply poked it and claimed 'It wont budge'. I would cry and plea for you to release me, but you said 'Its all out of my hands'.
Oh you lying Thief of hearts. There are so many songs about you now a days, playing on the radio so effortlessly. Leaving me to curse the karma and the world the radio relies on screaming out the window 'CURSE YOU IRONIC RADIO, PLAY SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T RELATE TO MY LIFE!' or even worse, while you drive me about, dragging me behind on your little escapades, as one of the songs pops up... YOU even sing ALONG. King of hearts? No you're the Joker, fooling girls depraved of love into falling for your trap.
I was in your room once, there was a simple jar. When I asked what it was, you simply said it was art. Now I know its your safe. Its the jar you keep the hearts you've stolen, so cold hearted you are, your heart frozen in heartless hell - feeding off the warmth and affection you can steal from those too tender to see through your facade. How ironic, your favorite song being so easily the description of your plight.
Now I can sit here, watching you return to the heart that came back to haunt you, the heart you no longer wanted and threw back away. But you held it so long that here she flew, returning so eagerly to you, finding any way she could to convince you to return. But you want me back? Why do you try so hard? I don't understand. I may love you, but all I wish is you to return my heart to me...or tear your thorny seedling from my chest and set me free.
Though true I love you, I wish nothing but to remain with you, but I want to see if its really me who wishes this, and not this tiny seed that sits in my heart. A charming phrase, a tender moment, a sweet kiss, a desiring touch. Maybe I am just blinded by the wool you pulled over my eyes. So please, Thief of Hearts, return this broken heart to its original state, with out your black rose...
Let me chose for myself.
God you're such a thief. I was there, watching it unfold and yet I let you plant a seedling in me. I opened my mouth and let you reach down my throat and burrow that seed into my heart, and there it grew into a wild thorn I simply could not remove on my own. I begged and begged for you to take it out, but you simply poked it and claimed 'It wont budge'. I would cry and plea for you to release me, but you said 'Its all out of my hands'.
Oh you lying Thief of hearts. There are so many songs about you now a days, playing on the radio so effortlessly. Leaving me to curse the karma and the world the radio relies on screaming out the window 'CURSE YOU IRONIC RADIO, PLAY SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T RELATE TO MY LIFE!' or even worse, while you drive me about, dragging me behind on your little escapades, as one of the songs pops up... YOU even sing ALONG. King of hearts? No you're the Joker, fooling girls depraved of love into falling for your trap.
I was in your room once, there was a simple jar. When I asked what it was, you simply said it was art. Now I know its your safe. Its the jar you keep the hearts you've stolen, so cold hearted you are, your heart frozen in heartless hell - feeding off the warmth and affection you can steal from those too tender to see through your facade. How ironic, your favorite song being so easily the description of your plight.
Now I can sit here, watching you return to the heart that came back to haunt you, the heart you no longer wanted and threw back away. But you held it so long that here she flew, returning so eagerly to you, finding any way she could to convince you to return. But you want me back? Why do you try so hard? I don't understand. I may love you, but all I wish is you to return my heart to me...or tear your thorny seedling from my chest and set me free.
Though true I love you, I wish nothing but to remain with you, but I want to see if its really me who wishes this, and not this tiny seed that sits in my heart. A charming phrase, a tender moment, a sweet kiss, a desiring touch. Maybe I am just blinded by the wool you pulled over my eyes. So please, Thief of Hearts, return this broken heart to its original state, with out your black rose...
Let me chose for myself.
