his heart, in my hands,
so pure, innocent, and fragile...
I'm so scared to break it,
already, he gives his love to me
this is too soon,
my heart has not fully healed,
blood seeps through the wound,
all sewn up, the thread is coming undone,
slowly, but surely...
I scream for someone to help him,
from me, protect him,
from the broken heart,
he is surely going to have,
"I love you, I love you"
these 3 words, his words,
pound in my head, knowing....
he really thinks he does....
I want to tell him,
how much I care for him, and
that I'm glad he's mine....
and I'm his...
but, all it seems I can do
is hold is innocent little heart,
let the tears flow, and hope....
I won't hurt him....
my baby, his heart is so fragile,
I want to protect him
more than anything I've ever wanted,
because this time,
his heart has no idea,
of what it's in for...
I swear, I'll do everything possible,
to keep your fragile heart from breaking....
because your heart is the only thing that matters... |
