My Heart

I will always carry you 

In my heart .

I will pierce your heart

With my heart .

My heart is in my mouth

Because I need to feel

And taste what I say

With my heart

And what I love to do

And who I love every day .

On a bad day somethings 

Do not count 

But they do matter in my heart .

Somethings will just never 

Makes sense to me 

But I will always keep

My heart in the right place .

                       By Brock