Matters of the Heart

A troubled heart, a troubled soul

all of these I am told.

Constantly they pricked me,

constantly I'm hurt.

But no one cares or hear me

then they need to any more.

A beauty I am, with a savage heart

I yearn for love, even though

they tell me, its wrong.

I thrash and I crash, on my way to the top

hoping someday my prince will come

to cure my love and my disease

and to make my heart like a human-being.

But one thing stays and one thing stands,

that is if he'll love me no matter what.

I will not always be beautiful

I will not always be pretty.

I just hope he'll know that and 

In time forgives me.

Author's Note

Based on a song by Lana Del Rey