A heart that races faster,
Has a reason for its change,
Whether it be fear or love,
Or anything else within that range.
There are times when we are grateful for our hearts to race,
They remind us that we are alive; that we can feel,
But there are times we are not; the times that it can harm us,
A time where everything becomes far too real.
But I smile when my heart does race,
Whether it be by fear or love,
Because it means I am still able to feel these things,
Feelings that reach into the sky above.
If I am afraid I can simply think of you,
Then I'm safe; I'm no longer alone,
And if it love I feel I may already be thinking of you,
Then a different side of me may be shown.
On the outside I may be tough and distant,
With an unwillingness to change and a desire to be by myself,
But on the inside I'm gentle and warm,
Like all of my measly kind, deep down I only want to be loved...