It's dangerous to go alone, take this He says as he carves out his own heart And hands it to me I place it in a golden chest Surrounded by countless other ******, beaten, broken Hearts I've done this countless times Smile, rip out a heart, and keep it Smile, tear out a heart, and keep it I suppose I'm like a dragon In the same way they horde gold and jewels I horde hearts and love I thrive on love I need it to survive My beautiful box of hearts displayed Gold and shining Covered in jewels with a heart shaped lock
I love you she says Carving out her heart and placing it in my hands still beating I smile and place it in a box My beautiful golden chest of hearts Hers the latest addition, ****** and bruised She cries He cries They all cry But their hearts, Their hearts are still mine.
This is a prompt off of a sticky note my friend gave me on which it said its dangerous to go alone, take this and it had a heart drawn in the middle.