Shinzōu
If your hand could reach inside my heart,
What would you do with it?
Would you end my life with a measly squeeze,
Or to poke it, ticklish it laughs with glee?
Would your face turn sour,
At whatever my beating heart desires?
It's not as innocent as I try to make it seem,
Just a little broken, like a ragged doll with endless seams.
It matters not what you do with your hand on my chest;
Because it's you, the only person who knows me more than the rest.
Even if you break it, I wont shed tears of anger; It's a pleasure for your hand to touch my heart in slumber.
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