"no more will i lend my heart out."
i can't find security strong enough to guard it.
and, really is it mine to lend?
like an actress with a bad stylist and no intuition, you're wearing it all wrong.
waving it round like a glow stick in a nu rave scene.
because i'll have no love that's unrequited with it's kisses that must be returned...because they feel stolen. and i hate your absence... love of mine.
well, not yours or mine.