Not To Be Played With

Being Sick n Tired of Being Sick n Tired

There's an organ inside my chest that pumps life in me constantly

Yet it's also referred as a gate into my emotions

It's tainted and cripted with pain, love, passion, hate, and sometimes regret

Usually it's in constant battle with my mind

It's my heart and too often it's played with; often torn apart

A torn and broken gate of emotions dwelling inside can only lead her down

Down a road of loneliness and pain

So my mind fears of all who have a key, the key that opens that gate

To unlock whatever emotion and release it into my heart

And my heart has the faith that the key holders will treat her as if she is heaven

Respect her and uphold the responsibility that she can be broken

So she's nothing to be played with...

She is not a toy and if you bounce her up and down an emotional rollercoaster

She will break and it's so hard to put her back together again

So quite often my mind will put up a wall to guard my heart

Trying to shield her from those who will hurt her

Sometimes it works but often my heart will knock down that wall

Trusting that things will be fine and so many times it's not

So many times she's broken and my mind is left picking up the pieces

So this is an advisory notice to all key holders of my hearts gate

Be mindful of what you do and what you say

Know that my heart is not a playground not a toy

It must be handled with care because it's fragile

And my mind is made up if my heart is broken again

It will not release another key again

Be careful...