My heart is the purest as gold,
Molding this heart while loving oneself,
To be or Not To Be, This is the question, that defeats me all the time,
Time is free, Time is Short,
Short as the mornings Star,
Looking up seeing her, hoping for a new,
Wondering when my time will come, as hers is empty now and needs to be filled,
filled full as the love she deserves,
Being a picky stubborn man, but wanting something I seek for,
My heart, broken in...