Many openings and a lot of close encounters
Denied offers and spared hours
Countless compliments on the personality and face
Sometimes with promises, I slip away without a trace

It seems that I keep my heart behind rod iron doors
So love and promises cannot be forced
I try and try until trying isn't enough
So I accept the fact and keep on acting tough

When dealing with love, only time can tell
Hopefully someday I can tell the story of the day I fell
Young and blessed with a passion filled soul
I decided that "You can't love until you love yourself" is getting old

I love myself, I truly do
It took a couple of years to learn how to
So if I love what lies within
Why can't I love? Where do I even begin?

I love my friends, family, Nirvana, sunflowers, tattoos, books, writing, and tea
If that's not love, I don't know what can be
I'm an ignorant fool who's blind to love
I've tried to see. I went beyond and above.

Some call me a heart breaker, a heartless savage even
But honestly, I'm a walking bag of organs who doesn't know where to begin
I carry with me a stone in a rod iron cage
But I'm full of passion and full of rage

I'm too ignorant to love and too careless to care
But I'm a writer and here's what I dare
Don't follow my footsteps and find a passionate guy
For when a writer falls in love with you,
you'll never die.