Lo-heart

You have a car, it gleams with pride,
Your clothes are stylish, you’re dignified.
Your body’s strong, a sculpted frame,
You’re smart and sharp, you’ve built your name.
Your mom’s a boss, your dad’s a doc,
Your life’s wrapped up in golden locks.


But you don’t touch my heart, you see,
For you’re empty, void of empathy.


I’d rather you were poor but loved me true,
I’d rather you were weak but fought like wolves do.
I’d rather you were flawed but saw me as your queen,
I need nothing more than a heart that burns and gleams.


Your world’s a stage, a flawless show,
Perfection’s mask is all you know.
You’re admired, envied, praised so loud,
But love’s not found in a cheering crowd.


But you don’t touch my heart, you see,
For you’re empty, void of empathy.


I’d rather you were poor but loved me true,
I’d rather you were weak but fought like wolves do.
I’d rather you were flawed but saw me as your queen,
I need nothing more than a heart that burns and gleams.


Give me passion, raw and wild,
A spirit free, a soul unstyled.
No riches, fame, or trophies won,
Just a love that burns like the sun.


I’d rather you were poor but loved me true,
I’d rather you were weak but fought like wolves do.
I’d rather you were flawed but saw me as your queen,
I need nothing more than a heart that burns and gleams.