Your beautiful eyes soaked with wet emotion,
A dire heart slowing within its wavering devotion.
A pain mirroring the dark clouds in the sky,
Battered and bruised, you release your painful sigh.
Your trust has been broken, so you ask yourself why;
Why you're like a flower that wilts and begins to die?
That beauty within has now lost its touch.
The aftermath of your heart is now built only to crush.
For the shadows within plays you like a fiddle
And the darkness inside gives you its riddle;
Pain or apathy, which do you choose?
The apathy you accept and the pain you refuse.
Now you think no one deserves your love,
Because so many have tricked you and hid their hands with a white glove.
But I am here desperate to show you the way,
Not everyone will get up and simply walk away.
I'll take this chance to prove you're like an angel from above
And your darkened heart I shall repaint red with my love.
A villain I may become to prove myself so,
But in the end, I'll be your hero.