Hello Heart

I have to show you something,
that I hope you'll find fine.

I have to tell you something,
"I hope your alright" 

I have to show you something...

Now what I have to show you is my heart.
My heart is crazy, it is complex, something you will not understand...

My heart says "hi." My heart is open to a conversation 
with a stranger, yet is scared to start a conversation with
an old friend, in fear that they have become a stranger. 

Why you ask?

Because little heart has grown attached to a person
that may be gone and that possibility scares me, because I 
am not used to change and little to my notice, I change...
very many times within a short time

I have phases and moods and ups and downs
that change so many times within such a short 
period of time. So am I a stranger?

Yes I am.

Because years ago, I thought life was fun and games, 
but now I understand Robert Frost's words when he says 
"Nothing gold can stay" and Brendon Urie's when he says
"Golden days" and that scares me.

Why you ask? 

Because little heart has become a stranger