I know you try, You fly straight into my heart.

[cupcake_wonder]

But here comes the fall.
So much for make-believe, I'm not sold.
So much of dreams, deceit, I'm not prepared to know.
Your heart makes me feel, your heart makes me bold.
For always and ever, I'll never let go.
Always concealed, safe and inside, alive.
Show me the dirt pile, & I will pray that the soul can take, three stowaways.
In a passion it broke, I pull the black from the gray. 
But the soul can wait.
I felt you so much today.