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

Would you pick up the broken pieces?

Or would you shatter it even further?

Would you fill the holes?

Or would you dig some more?

Would you bandage the breaks?

Or would you run away?

Would you pick up some glue?

Would you up my tears?

When I need a shoulder to cry on,

Would you be there?

I hope you would heal

The the less known parts.

Show me love

Bring light to where I am dark.

I wish people meant it

when they said they’d never burn me

They’d never think of leaving me

despairing and lonely

I‘ve been lied to too often

to let another person in

I’m sure it’ll hurt me someday

when I wonder what could’ve been.