This simple, complicated life.

Corridors of your heart.

- Red as roses, painted were the walls of your heart.

I could sit here for hours and admire this art.

But art isn't always perfect and mesmerizing.

So I take a walk through the corridors of your heart.

- I open the doors with no locks; admire the flawlessness,

I open the locked doors with the keys you gave me.

I find beauty in the cracks on those walls,

I find beauty in those rusted locks.

- Hesitant you were, to take a walk in these rooms,

But all I could see were the flowers that once bloomed- in these rooms. 

You held my hand like a child lost,

and I vowed to protect you at all cost.