where is my emotion

not so strong

nor am i compasionate

im here..holding to nothing except my grown up heart

while you have all ive ever dreamt for

will you open up your hands so you can hold my heart

will you be gentle because its barely holding together
 
i know youre holding so much already

but my heart, if you could just make a little room, will smile

but i understand you have much bigger things to hold in your hands  

things much close to perfection than i

4 years away from happiness

4 years of pain

this hardwood floor is cold

hardening my heart to my self inflicted desires to love

which in turn brings this self induced pain

as i lay comparing my tattered and torn heart to yours..

so beautiful and innocent

how did i find myself believing youd even consider holding it.