a heart is strange

a declaration is needed
but my heart fists my mouth
a thing of words needs to be unraveled
but my heart sharpens a knife
my mind is working on unveiling
but my heart is at the ready,
ladies, ladies, ladies
can we get it together?

this declaration is needed
these words are escaping
these things are becoming more apparent
the world is casted by the light of a single rose
but as i continue, and want to continue
the pink turns red
there my heart stands
cutting through
mouthing, “nothing will be said
i rebel against a love
made up in your head”