"...all you need in life is a roof over your head, milk in the fridge, and someone to love."

There's an optical illusion in the theory of closure.
The mental torment and suffering may recede, but souvenirs imprint their terrain.
Awaiting recollection is inevitable.

As i was laying there
shattered into pieces
trying to collect myself
failed too many times
I almost gave up
a ray of sunshine
came by
lit up the room
so I could finally see
where I should
begin

Your heart is deeper than the oceans
Full of love and emotions.
Your heart is a shelter
Making me feel better and better
I idolize your heart
Day and night
I see nothing  in it like hate or fight
Your heart is my favorite gaol
Teaching me how to be a male.
A male ready to give and forgive
Not to cheat on and leave.
Plunging deeper in your heart
Makes me so smart.