Bloody, mighty, prisoned by ribs
Inside our chest is where he lives
A terrible tenant, he pulls us left and right
He's been demolished by love, with ruins in sight
We always blame them; a her or a him
and when they come knocking, we let them in
Our prisoner here, the beefy guy inside
He's guarded by nature, but allows us to decide
He lets us choose who will eventually be the keeper,
but punishes us when they turn out to be the reaper
I'll give credit in his defence,
for I've started this mess
Love is this thing we never ignore,
and living without it feels like a chore
I'm grateful that he continues to beat
In the times when this life knocks me off of my feet
When the cleaning is done
He lets us have fun,
but he's always fearing a mess called love
