CAMELOT FANTASIES

HEARTS' DESIGN

My heart is, genuinely designed.
When broken, it runs home and crys.
Always feeling, like it wants to die
I pick myself up again, start living with the pain.
Just like my whims, my life begins.
My mind has gone, somewhere else to play.
Piece by piece, it slowly shreds away.
Happiness, I often push away.
Only, because I am afraid.
If I was, to embrace my fears.
My luv will carry me, thru out the years.