At birth,
The heart is beautiful,
When its innocence,
Makes it seem so naked.
Through the years,
The playfulness of childhood,
Makes it grow stronger,
But it still remains naked.
Being a child is so easy,
Kids will be kids,
They play and they laugh,
No affairs or loves.
School,
A place for learning,
About life and knowledge,
The first crush.
A little cute girl,
As innocent as yourself,
Standing there in the light,
She catches your eye and you're taken.
Time goes by,
Spent looking at the this apple,
Only for your eyes,
Such a wonderful time.
You both grow a little older,
School becomes mature,
A school dance is here,
Now is your time to shine.
A deep breath,
Your first step,
Confidence is spilling over,
Ask her, ask her.
No.
Simple and straight forward,
Like a jab to the jaw,
But a pain that doesn't subside.
The first needle into the heart,
Pierced in through the skin,
Dug deep enough to stay,
Afraid to pull it out.
A sad time to overcome,
After so much time,
Thinking of how great she is,
But look at her now.
You can't do it,
But now it's happened the first time,
Probably not the last time,
But it's over now.
In a sad state,
Your vulnerable eyes,
Find another angel,
And your heart is the first to follow.
This time it'll be different,
You won't waste time,
You'll jump at the chance,
And you won't fail.
And you don't,
You approached with more care,
Being yourself,
She seems interested.
Time spent after school,
The walks to and from the park,
A flower picked from the neighbour's garden,
What a wonderful time.
Who was to say,
She would find another,
But you have to admit,
You're both young and things change.
And she was the one that left you,
After so much fun,
And this needle had friends,
To join the lonely first needle.
Your heart is punctured again,
And it hurts.
It hurts more than the first time,
And this makes you think a lot longer.
The first love,
Is the hardest to give up,
And you don't want it to end,
But did you believe it would last?
High school is almost over,
Girls have come and gone,
Each one that you leave or has left,
Has gotten easier.
The needle don't hurt anymore,
It turns into a collection,
Spread around it,
So different from when you were born.
Everything seems to be going fine,
You have good friends around you,
School is going great,
But then it hits you like a train.
There she is.
Finally, she could be the one,
That could last longer than a week.
You just have to know.
You've never seen her before,
She's new to the school,
And she'll graduate with you.
So beautiful on the outside.
You have to talk to her,
So another familiar deep breath,
A shot of courage and a naivete chaser.
Here you go.
She's wonderful,
Not only on the outside,
But on the inside,
And you both seem to be made for each other.
It must have been when,
Your eyes met,
And the conversation was easy,
It was completely natural.
And a heart,
With needles a plenty,
Can still find something great,
Outside of its piercings.
And what it has found,
Is someone who is tremendous.
A perfect fit,
An apparent soulmate.
The winter of the senior year,
Can't freeze what you have with her.
A wonderful Christmas,
Time spent out at the pond.
The spring arrives,
The snow melts at your feet,
The love starts to blossom,
Graduation is soon.
She is to you,
Like the earrings to her.
You are to her,
Like the laces to your shoes.
Words like inseparable,
Are heard throughout the halls,
The streets are buzzing,
This is for real.
Now the needles of the past,
Are starting to wiggle themselves free.
You begin to forget your past,
And concentrate on your present.
The look in her eyes hasn't changed,
The warmth in your heart is still there.
Graduation is upon you,
And everything comes naturally.
All the preparations are a snap,
Written like a child's book,
So easy to follow,
And a happy ending.
And prom night comes,
You in your sharp tuxedo,
Ready to pick your sweetheart,
Who prepares herself for the evening.
You arrive at her door,
And there she is.
In all of her beauty,
In the most fairy tale dress you've ever seen.
The look she gives you,
As she walks down the stairs,
Takes all the pain in your heart away,
And the needles fall to the floor.
You take her hand,
And lift her upon your cloud,
Show her your heaven,
Give her your heart.
Your lady and yourself,
Dance the night away,
Into the new hours of the next day,
Close together.
All beautiful evenings,
Have to come to an end.
The music fades itself out,
And right then it is over.
The wee hours of the morning,
Are still at hand,
For the two angels,
Sharing a piece of their heaven.
A new love is discovered,
A short-term bliss for both,
Naked as the day they started,
Happy as the day they met.
And what seems to be a stronger heart,
With all the needles removed,
There is no fear of hurt or pain,
When you and the lady stay the same.
But even the best of cities,
Have lines of fault,
A weakness soon to be exploited,
And a danger not to be forgotten.
Months pass by,
The relationship grows thicker,
Love and respect walk hand in hand,
And a mutual bond of life forms.
Hand in hand,
The couple take life on,
Now that high school has passed,
And new challenges arise.
With new challenges,
Comes more thought,
With more thought,
Comes less feeling.
Love takes a back seat,
And passion gets thrown in the trunk,
Respect takes the wheel,
And the future is a long winding road.
Without love being the navigator,
Everything gets lost,
But not in the eyes,
Of the faithful lovers.
You think you feel the same as before,
When you first start your romance,
But a different life is at hand,
And the past is just a faded memory.
The tough times come and go,
But finally she has had enough,
There is something terribly wrong,
And she doesn't feel the same anymore.
The long-term effects,
Tremor through your heart,
And the lines begin to crack,
Revealing what proves to be the magnet of pain.
In one large eruption of sorrow,
The needles fly back into your heart,
Joined by many others,
It is now a porcupine heart.
You fell hard to the floor,
You run into the walls,
To see if the pain,
Could drown the sorrow of loss.
The darkness of the night,
The rain that falls from the sky,
Makes you happy,
For some depressing reason.
Oh, to see another day you cry,
You contemplate life once again,
She has left you for good,
And you don't want to try again.
The needles are in as deep as they can go,
Couldn't pass through a metal detector,
The man of an iron heart,
Has now found a large hole in his soul.
The heart is beautiful,
When its innocence,
Makes it seem so naked.
Through the years,
The playfulness of childhood,
Makes it grow stronger,
But it still remains naked.
Being a child is so easy,
Kids will be kids,
They play and they laugh,
No affairs or loves.
School,
A place for learning,
About life and knowledge,
The first crush.
A little cute girl,
As innocent as yourself,
Standing there in the light,
She catches your eye and you're taken.
Time goes by,
Spent looking at the this apple,
Only for your eyes,
Such a wonderful time.
You both grow a little older,
School becomes mature,
A school dance is here,
Now is your time to shine.
A deep breath,
Your first step,
Confidence is spilling over,
Ask her, ask her.
No.
Simple and straight forward,
Like a jab to the jaw,
But a pain that doesn't subside.
The first needle into the heart,
Pierced in through the skin,
Dug deep enough to stay,
Afraid to pull it out.
A sad time to overcome,
After so much time,
Thinking of how great she is,
But look at her now.
You can't do it,
But now it's happened the first time,
Probably not the last time,
But it's over now.
In a sad state,
Your vulnerable eyes,
Find another angel,
And your heart is the first to follow.
This time it'll be different,
You won't waste time,
You'll jump at the chance,
And you won't fail.
And you don't,
You approached with more care,
Being yourself,
She seems interested.
Time spent after school,
The walks to and from the park,
A flower picked from the neighbour's garden,
What a wonderful time.
Who was to say,
She would find another,
But you have to admit,
You're both young and things change.
And she was the one that left you,
After so much fun,
And this needle had friends,
To join the lonely first needle.
Your heart is punctured again,
And it hurts.
It hurts more than the first time,
And this makes you think a lot longer.
The first love,
Is the hardest to give up,
And you don't want it to end,
But did you believe it would last?
High school is almost over,
Girls have come and gone,
Each one that you leave or has left,
Has gotten easier.
The needle don't hurt anymore,
It turns into a collection,
Spread around it,
So different from when you were born.
Everything seems to be going fine,
You have good friends around you,
School is going great,
But then it hits you like a train.
There she is.
Finally, she could be the one,
That could last longer than a week.
You just have to know.
You've never seen her before,
She's new to the school,
And she'll graduate with you.
So beautiful on the outside.
You have to talk to her,
So another familiar deep breath,
A shot of courage and a naivete chaser.
Here you go.
She's wonderful,
Not only on the outside,
But on the inside,
And you both seem to be made for each other.
It must have been when,
Your eyes met,
And the conversation was easy,
It was completely natural.
And a heart,
With needles a plenty,
Can still find something great,
Outside of its piercings.
And what it has found,
Is someone who is tremendous.
A perfect fit,
An apparent soulmate.
The winter of the senior year,
Can't freeze what you have with her.
A wonderful Christmas,
Time spent out at the pond.
The spring arrives,
The snow melts at your feet,
The love starts to blossom,
Graduation is soon.
She is to you,
Like the earrings to her.
You are to her,
Like the laces to your shoes.
Words like inseparable,
Are heard throughout the halls,
The streets are buzzing,
This is for real.
Now the needles of the past,
Are starting to wiggle themselves free.
You begin to forget your past,
And concentrate on your present.
The look in her eyes hasn't changed,
The warmth in your heart is still there.
Graduation is upon you,
And everything comes naturally.
All the preparations are a snap,
Written like a child's book,
So easy to follow,
And a happy ending.
And prom night comes,
You in your sharp tuxedo,
Ready to pick your sweetheart,
Who prepares herself for the evening.
You arrive at her door,
And there she is.
In all of her beauty,
In the most fairy tale dress you've ever seen.
The look she gives you,
As she walks down the stairs,
Takes all the pain in your heart away,
And the needles fall to the floor.
You take her hand,
And lift her upon your cloud,
Show her your heaven,
Give her your heart.
Your lady and yourself,
Dance the night away,
Into the new hours of the next day,
Close together.
All beautiful evenings,
Have to come to an end.
The music fades itself out,
And right then it is over.
The wee hours of the morning,
Are still at hand,
For the two angels,
Sharing a piece of their heaven.
A new love is discovered,
A short-term bliss for both,
Naked as the day they started,
Happy as the day they met.
And what seems to be a stronger heart,
With all the needles removed,
There is no fear of hurt or pain,
When you and the lady stay the same.
But even the best of cities,
Have lines of fault,
A weakness soon to be exploited,
And a danger not to be forgotten.
Months pass by,
The relationship grows thicker,
Love and respect walk hand in hand,
And a mutual bond of life forms.
Hand in hand,
The couple take life on,
Now that high school has passed,
And new challenges arise.
With new challenges,
Comes more thought,
With more thought,
Comes less feeling.
Love takes a back seat,
And passion gets thrown in the trunk,
Respect takes the wheel,
And the future is a long winding road.
Without love being the navigator,
Everything gets lost,
But not in the eyes,
Of the faithful lovers.
You think you feel the same as before,
When you first start your romance,
But a different life is at hand,
And the past is just a faded memory.
The tough times come and go,
But finally she has had enough,
There is something terribly wrong,
And she doesn't feel the same anymore.
The long-term effects,
Tremor through your heart,
And the lines begin to crack,
Revealing what proves to be the magnet of pain.
In one large eruption of sorrow,
The needles fly back into your heart,
Joined by many others,
It is now a porcupine heart.
You fell hard to the floor,
You run into the walls,
To see if the pain,
Could drown the sorrow of loss.
The darkness of the night,
The rain that falls from the sky,
Makes you happy,
For some depressing reason.
Oh, to see another day you cry,
You contemplate life once again,
She has left you for good,
And you don't want to try again.
The needles are in as deep as they can go,
Couldn't pass through a metal detector,
The man of an iron heart,
Has now found a large hole in his soul.
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