So here I am again on the bed
Staring at the ceiling so empty
Like my chest for now so hollow
Because I dont keep it with me
For I since child who is careless
Dear God so I asked how can you?
Keep it in a child who is careless
The heart.The Center.The Secret.
So I went to the bar of hearts
where they used to sell hearts
I asked the merchant in lowtone
How much worthy is my secret
And everyone stopped and stared
at the careless boy holding heart
And wonder if i had not runaway
They had all kind of knives
For my price in thier eyes
So I came back curious to know
My heart.My Center.My secret.
And I opened all kind of books
the pages the words the numbers
A year passed.Another followed.
In autumn my heart was...