To get into my heart,
is like shooting with a dart into the dark.
It may start to glow for you,
but then please don’t shoot it will you?
Inside, of places is an infinity,
still unknown to me.
Hard to get in,
hard to get out,
you shouldn’t be left floundering,
without any doubt.
As long as rain will fall during a stormy night,
even while drowning, it won‘t stop to cry from the inside.
The memories it will keep,
while trying to forget the sad ones indeed,
fighting against the pain,
in vain.