Checking the locks in my heart again.
The translucent barriers remain tightly bound.
It protects against all the pain, but occassionally reminds of the "what if's"
By opening its doors, letting the cold in.
It's vindicative, at the slightest bit of passion it burns.
Secretly it yearns to know what the truth withholds.
Patiently it waits for the arrival of an emotional playground.
Against my will I feel the desire, while the walls burn down.
Ignorance seems valid,
but the self-control is pushing.
Another step in the wrong direction,
but the questions seep "How wrong is it?"
