yours is the hear i just cant keep,
first i cry, then i weep.
you are the peace in my sleep,
but still your heart i cannot keep.

from ther it grows into a weed,
all of this from a tiny seed.
so obscule but its what i need,
its off of yours my soul can feed.

happiness found should never go to waste,
happinness we should always taste.
theres nothing left to be graced,
only hope needing to be chased.

theres that look again in your eyes,
the one no words can summerize.
its not the one that i despise,
its the look that proves there is no lies.

i feel as though this might be a dream,
no one is ever the way they seem.
confused by dilusions, but never unclean.
suttle suspicions, but never mean.

yours is the heart i want to keep,
im begging you for it down on one knee.
i know its hard, i start to weep,
you take my hand and together we leap.

tell me what you think k.. i hope you like itcan someone plwase reply this time