Reckless heart, maims without recourse,
Selfish in desire, lusting to be wanted.
Closes countless doors,
Of which love attempted to open.
The knocks fading away,
But always present,
Steadfast with persistence,
But you will not listen.
Trampled by false hopes,
Stunted by insecurities,
Runs miles deep, through your veins,
Ceasing to reach your cold heart.
Reaching, you try to remember,
The way you once felt,
Upon a starry night, clear with endless light,
When you were young,
And knew love.