What do I mean to you...

When I yeild my sword and shield, and share everything I am...

Will you drop your walls as well or pretend to be something thats entirely a scam...

What goes on in that quiet little mind... Eyes of unreadable content...

I continue my doubt. No emotional constant.

Do you have judgements or disproval...

Or do those eyes see a diamond in the rough, a dusty beatiful jewel.

You have to understand, my love is not fake, or pretend.

An honest and oppen attempt from the heart I extend...

Ive learned what true love is, I know love lost...

And for real love, I know what it can cost.

An empty soul love can sustain...

In the same right it can bring a broken and shatterd soul even more pain...

Do you see a perfect counterpoint of your soul...

Am I a piece that could make you whole?

Or is this all a superficial encounter to you...

Your entire person being uncapable of being true.

To love... to drop all doubts, fears, and insecurities...

To find someone who puts you at ease, realeses all tension, gives assurity.

This heart of mine is damaged yet still whole....

Im giving you the chance, to view my soul...

Will you take this opportunity to unmask whose really there...

To be entirely yourself with no need to be scared. 

Or... Am I going to waste my time, invest emotion only to find...

You never knew how to love, you never knew how to trust...

You never really saw anything special in my eyes...

Twisted intentions, selfish and unjust.

Your interests in me werent intimate, never really connected...

Only tword personal gain you ever really invested.

Innocents are sacrificed for the guiltys gain.

Hearts are fragile, and never the same.

Every heart with a scar, will always carry pain.

A wise lesson to learn... Weak hearts dont make it long from abuse...

Usually turning wicked or internally convicted...

So many hearts deal with pain, affliction, and dispair.

Im no exception, my world has been ripped appart and turned upside down.

Yet with all my pain, Im unable to shut myself completely down...

My heart survives still to this day riddled with imperfections...

Yet amazingly still remains whole, capable of true and honest types of connections.

I refuse to accept the idea of everything bringing distain...

I refuse to allow my heart to be twisted from pain...

So in you I try to find this kind of mentallity...

I need to know that with you I can live a true and pure type of reality.