Half Heart

one drop of tear is not worthy to fall from my eyes .
i would like to feel independent in my life course .
and never welcome any failure that would knock on my heart's door .
if you push my hands away that offered help , i don't lose but it is oblivion 
don't own this obsession of admiration and the magical thing they call love
i own a half heart that is colored with black and red and white 
i would like to think that the white part is the most taking over part .
innocence and purity , beauty and peace
i heard that carrying a heart that can love , but ceasing this ability and enclosing it in a cold chest is a brutal crime .
such a mystical adventure to wait for the one who will attach his half heart with yours .
yet there is a deep vision behind this , i seek salvation , of any bonds , of any any barriers . 
i long to be free ..
yet they see that being in someone's care list is an unforgotten pleasure 
something that can't be made up for .
i thought of leaving things the way they are .
but it feels bad when someone starts caring and you deny him.
denial is another brutal crime .. equal to ingratitude 
i am ashamed of the mess that might happen as a consequences of surrendering 
and storms will be awaken , rain will fall , and hearts break to halves , to the way they once were . the way we once were born .