My Heart

My heart is accustom to you being around, it simply let's me know, your safe and sound so pro-found, the love that we have Because each and every dream, we did grab my heart never has to wonder, where thou hast went, Blissfully an abundance of quality time we have spent, she was always there, never had to wonder this love I feel, comes deep from under Never-the-less,she makes my heart sing never thought i'd be nursing, this distasteful sting So I hurt,cause my heart is accustom to you being around,now wrapped in sorrow Null, and I can't hear a sound Till then my flower, every second with you I thought I'd devour,but now in my heart Things seem sour,every second with you I thought would be an hour, So my beautiful tragedy,which i call her majesty My heart is so mad @ me, Be-cause I hurt it gradually So in the future, can you treat my heart with kindness Then in the future maybe God will Bless