As I lay in my own asylum I keep thinking of him.
The only person that has ever touched my heart
The only person that has stolen my dreams and will forever own my soul.
He is the only one that I will never love, because he stole my heart when he left
Now in place of my heart is a locket that holds a picture of him
The locket is a symbol of good and bad
For when he returns
my heart will be back.
When he leaves it will close and become only a memory
that withers away every second he is gone.