Maybe she loves too easily
Yet she means it when she says it
Her heart on the table
For the person to devour it.
Maybe she loves too easily
She should see how things will evolve
Before flying, one has to first learn
How to crawl.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
That she should protect herself
So she will not be deceived
So briskly.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
And she should not unless she wants
To slowly sparge the pieces
Of yet another shattered heart.
She gives her love too easily
But when the ones she adores
make it worth it
It overrules
All other times
She ended up sobbing like a fool
The only way to live
To give is to receive
She chooses easily
Over carefully,
Her heart
For the taking.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
Maybe she loves too easily
Yet she means it when she says it
Her heart on the table
For the person to devour it.
Maybe she loves too easily
She should see how things will evolve
Before flying, one has to first learn
How to crawl.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
That she should protect herself
So she will not be deceived
So briskly.
Maybe she gives herself entirely
And she should not unless she wants
To slowly sparge the pieces
Of yet another shattered heart.
She gives her love too easily
But when the ones she adores
make it worth it
It overrules
All other times
She ended up sobbing like a fool
The only way to live
To give is to receive
She chooses easily
Over carefully,
Her heart
For the taking.
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