If i had a heart of gold, would it be stolen or would it be sold.
If i had a heart of stone, would it never be shattered like a broken bone.
If my heart was filled with love, would i give it away freely like a perfect wild dove.
Or save it for someone who would respect me and care, and always be around when i needed them there.
If my heart was cold and empty would it make alot of sense, to never be hurt stressed or wounded, or never to be tense.
If my heart was a slave it would win many gold awards, for the amount of times it has been broken and stabbed through with a sword.
I've learnt not to love, but more importantly not to hate, or offer myself to anyone on a scruffy easy plate.
If i was perfect would it be an easy ride, or is it true that false impressions may sometimes tell us lies.
If i had an offer off a tall dark handsome man, but also off a short repulsive one on the second hand.
But deep inside the gorgeous man lies hatred evil thoughts, but inside the man who's looks do fail him a loving caring sort.
Which one would i go for, its so obvious i guess, they say that looks don't mean a thing but who can vouch for this.
I am nothing special on the outside anyway, but deep beneath the surface there's alot more i can say.
There is no meaning really or no ending to this rhyme, its a simple way of dealing with things and wasting wasted time.
