It’s my heart’s fault for the way it burns with him
My mind knows what’s at stake, but it won’t listen
I reach out a branch, then quickly pull it back in
Protecting myself should be my mission

I’m sure he knows what he’s doing
walls built so high, you can’t see a thing
but, I’m not someone that likes believing
that men only think of their primal needs

I keep remembering the good feelings,
guess there is an optimist in me,
at least when it comes to a heart that’s bleeding,
thinking of us when we were first talking, meeting,
kissing, touching, hoping that what was seen in his eyes was reality.

Emily ©