If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you rip it from my chest

And dance on it until every beat is a cry of agony?

Before you waltzed the waltz of insincere lovers,

I believed in your actions—

You carried yourself gracefully.

And I wanted to write you a melody

That soothed your untamed soul.

But you found another partner

Twenty minutes into the ball

And left...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you pluck the strings

As if I were a harp,

Or would you mend the broken parts?

How would you go about the deed?

Would you rip it out in one peice?

Or shred it into billions?

Would you add love and light?

Or would you burst it with a sudden pop?

Could you would you take carrots of my heart?

Or would you neglect it and leave ...

Why do you hold a knife so close

Does it mean anything to you.

A heart in need of a bandage

Yet you'd leave me stranded.

What does it take to Gain from you?

But I guess Cupid’s cry too?

I was hoping you’d maybe think “a kiss”

To make it better.

You bring a match to light,

Knowing we’re far from sweater weather.

“I'm the problem”

you say.

Then leave,

In a careful sway.

But you won’t.

I ...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you hold it gently and listen as it beats?

Or would you tear it roughly apart?

Feel the outline of your name engraved on my heart.

Does it sound like you?

Does it feel like you?

Does it look like you?

Won't you keep my heart in your hand?

Don't you know?

My heart is yours, after all....

If your hand could reach

inside my heart,

what would you do with it?

Would you crush it,

and squeeze it, until

the aching would numb me?

Or would you keep it,

and would you preserve it,

hoping for some love?

And could I reach

inside yours, search for love

And keep it inside mine?...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

what would you do with it?

Would you treat it like a warmer and hide

your fingers from the cold?

Would you sink your nails into it and twist, satisfied at the sight of blood, pull out and wipe the crimson on your pinstripe pants?...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

what would you do with it?

if i opened my walls and let you back in,

would you break me again?

i love you

and i shouldn’t love you

not after everything

but is it so wrong to still want you,

to still need and crave you,

like an addiction left unsatisfied?

i want to let you in,

but how can i?

why is it that after all the time

i still can’t let you go?...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you find all the broken pieces?

Like a puzzle solved with your gentle touch.

One day, if you held my heart in your palm,

Would you let it beat freely,

Or shape it with your own rhythm,

A song only we could hear,

A pulse that binds us....

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

what would you do with it?

Would you crush it like you did to me,

when you turned your back?

Would you break it like you did to me,

when you never left an answer?

Or would you fix and put it back together,

in the place where it belongs?

Would you mend it like you should have done,

all those years ago?...

If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would do you with it?

Mesmerizing lips stained a beautiful,

Yet disturbing shade of red.

Tasting delectably sweet,

It made it hard to notice,

The thieving hand digging deep inside my chest.

You felt me inbetween your fingers,

Savoring every skipping beat,

Eyes gleaming as you squeezed,

My throbbing heart tight within your fist,

Just beyond my re...