I have so much love, but i don't know what to do with it.
My heart just sits there, on a chair.
I watch it. And observe it; but nothing more ever happens.
It's just there, sitting, waiting - for something.
When i try to listen, i only hear it's whispers.
I've seen it dance, i've seen it sing, i've seen it play.
But i've never seen it love.
It's been picked on, and maybe it's done some picking.
I know it's been through a lot of beating, like it's been through a lot of dying.
But never has it been loved.
I had to catch it one time, because it fell off the chair, and it almost hit the ground.
Too many times have i seen it do nothing. It once even laid down.
I know it pictures more though..
I've seen it dream.
Sometimes it bleeds, sometimes it's just dry.
.. But no times has my heart loved.


  I have so much love, but i don't know what to do with it. My heart just sits there, on a chair.