Hardcore, soft center.

Sweetheart who hurt you so, that hardcore of yours was not always there.

Sweet dreams never happened, sweet attention and attitude that seamed to avoid you. 

Harden up father said, life is hardcore  the kicks are hard  against the soft side of you. 

Filled that soft lover you once where into hardcore. 

Women wounded, court's and all.

Accusations of abuse, that your softer man side broke over. 

So from then on in, they bent over and took your hard thrusts and tied up aggression. 

Soft love where did you go. 
Trapped in old memory. 
Trapped in a different direction from me. 

Sweetheart I'm so sorry for the way you where treated, the hardest is when I see your suffering that soft pat down my hair, before your hands are everywhere. 

Shall I take the hard stuff away with my soft body.

Engulf your inner pain, by  letting you hardcore expand my softer innermost core. 

Soft can turn hard and vice versa. 
Mean can turn nice and vice versa. 
Your core can still be soft with a hard core. 

Sweetheart let me prove to you that I'm your soft place to fall, that not all love is hard.

Or hardly there at all, those women where hardened two. 

By others they got screwed. 

Nothing left soft for you and your soft intention or intellect. 

That hardcore can I squeeze my soft lips though. 

And be your sweetheart true, as I kiss and keep your hardest thoughts at bay. 

For I'm a softie. 

Hardcore enough for you. 

And I accept the hard facts that are your past, and understand why you want to beat it out.

And come out with new stuffed hardness harnessed to your side. 

We should all harden up a little, express not regress , soft touches we own, enough to fit into this hardcore life.