As the nights silhouette passes through the dark.

So does the piece I gave called my heart.

Silent yet bold, I gave you to hold.

For I fear not you might get cold.

Cold from the dark, cold from the fear.

Or just plain cold, because I'm not hear.

But, oh contraire to think of those.

When with my heart you will never be.

Never will you be so incomplete.

Nor will you be hard like concrete.

For you see, you have the key to the door.

That hideth behind this incredible gift.

The one I give to you, and only you.

To have and hold with the strongest grip.

My heart, my heart, so precious and rare.

If it must be returned, don’t hesitate without despair.

To crush and mutilate into powder and dust.

For as harsh and cruel as it may seem.

That is the only way a broken heart can be redeemed.

© JUMP INK PUBLISHING 

WRITTEN BY JOE PULLEY