Hearts are burning

Curled up

In a cup

So tightly bound

My heart is hurting

Tight jeans

Small pockets

You've got me captive

Carryin' me around 

My heart is hurting

When you've lost yourself

And all you know is flying past

Past lives turn into dust

Try to protect your heart 

But the back door's always open

You've lost the key

My heart is breaking

Into pieces, scattered

Tiny pieces

Not one is numbered

No way to reform

Tiny mind 

Shrunk by love

No one is educated

So the cycle spins on

Our hearts are burning

When you've lost yourself

And all you know is flying past

Past lives turn into dust

Try to protect your heart 

But the back door's always open

You've lost the key

This is a poem I wrote recently. It's simply a reflection on something from my past. One day I'll put music to it as I intended it to be a song, but for now this is just it.