14 March 2013
What is my heart like?
How can you tell?
You say it is gold
And pure, doing well
But how do you know,
When we've just met?
My heart could be cold
Icy and wet
Or it could be steal
As hard as a rock
But you wouldn't know
You defiantly would not
For you can't see
Behind my great walls
Because when you try to climb
Every time you fall.
Climbing the heart wall • Opuss № I