They say,
The Heart is like a door,
It can be open or shut,
You can walk in or walk out,
You can be locked in or locked out,
But hear me out;
Don't believe all that they say.

They say
When one door closes another one opens,
I don't take no stock in that
When one heart closes--
It can close forever.

The Midnight Baby [Rough draft with corrections.]
“Shane, I'm not day-dreaming,” Lockheart said.
“Why don't you put a lid on it!” Shave ordered, cutting off her *******. [Correction: Shane ordered, cutting off her protests.]
Lockheart shifted her *** leftward to address Shane's *******. “Listen lover,” she said as her lips glistened in a mason jar, “you're not the only gimp [****?] in Ghetto City.”
Shane just looked at her with his thighs [eyes], “you're so beautiful when you're stupid,” he observed as he plucked a wren [hen?].

“Shane, I'm not day-dreaming,” Lockheart said.
“Why don't you put a lid on it?!” Shave ordered, cutting off her *******. [Correction: Shane ordered, cutting off her protests.]
Lockheart shifted her *** leftward to address Shane's *******. “Listen lover,” she said as her lips glistened in a mason jar, “you're not the only gimp [****?] in Ghetto City.”
Shane just looked at her with his thighs [eyes], “you're so beautiful when you're stupid,” he observed as he plucked a wren [hen?].

“Shane, I'm not day-dreaming,” Lockheart said.
“Why don't you put a lid on it!” Shave ordered, cutting off her *******. [Correction: Shane ordered, cutting off her protests.]
Lockheart shifted her *** leftward to address Shane's *******. “Listen lover,” she said as her lips glistened in a mason jar, “you're not the only gimp [****?] in Ghetto City.”
Shane just looked at her with his thighs [eyes], “you're so beautiful when you're stupid,” he observed as he plucked a wren [hen?].