_(Tip: read the poem in a quick desperate style, as if begging someone to stay with you)_

If your hand

Could reach inside

My heart what would you do

With it that beats so slowly

Would you pull the cord that unravels it?

It matters not to me,

_You, _could be bleeding me dry

And I would _only_ think not to dirty your clothes

If _you_ reached,

You would find only you inside...

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

Metaphorically I know it’s impossible

But if it could be true would you feel what it was like to love you while I had you around?

Would you see the pain I felt when you disappeared suddenly out of my reach?

Would you feel the same way if I was to reach into your heart?

Or would that push you away even further away from me?

Wou...

if your hand could

enter my heart

what would you

do with it?

would you cut

it from my chest

or help it

beat

beat

beat?

if your eyes could

see my thoughts

how would you react?

would you judge

my every word

and breath

or hold me when

it hurts?

if your nerves could

feel the pain i know

how would you feel?

would you scream

and back away

or cry into

the stars

with

me?...

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

Would you caress it as you would a wounded, fragile bird?

Coaxing it to trust, whispering it is now secure.

Would you care for it with patience and pride?

Would you share your fears and dreams - to it would you confide?

Or would it cause you to lust for a romantic rendezvous,

Becoming one instead of bodies as two

Gooey sexy dri...

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

Would you be kind to it?

Or toy with it?

Would you return the feelings of love,

The blood it pumps to my cheeks when I see you?

Would you keep it full,

Fuel to its fire?

Or would you break it,

Mendable only with time.

Not for the first time,

But perhaps the last.

Would you give me yours in return?

A quid pro quo.

Or take it wi...

If your hand could reach inside my heart,

What would you do with it?

Would you wrap your fingers around it

with the intent to kill or protect?

Would you rip it out,

leaving my love drenching your pillows?

Would you lock it in a box?

Leaving me empty of feeling,

just so you could keep me close?

Would you have it surgically removed?

Strategically cauterizing every vein,

thinking I wouldn’t notic...

Meine Hand in deinem Herz.

Niemals.

Was soll meine Hand in deinem Herz?

Es festhalten, strangulieren?

Dein Herz soll schlagen wunderbar

Wie Gott es geschaffen.

Dein Herz braucht meine Hand nicht.

Ich brauche dein Herz.

Sowie Allah, den Menschen nicht braucht.

Aber der Mensch braucht Gott.

Ich will dein Herz.

Ich will dich.

Ich will, dass dein Herz mich will.

Frei und gläubig wunderbar.

In...

If you’re hand could reach inside my heart

What would you do with it?

Use it?

Abuse it?

Leave it

And somehow loose it?

Pretend you care?

Pretend you don’t want it?

Pretend you want nothing

When you can get more?

Do you want love?

Do you want life?

You being lost

Is like the end of a knife

So come back to me

And don’t show me your scars

Because when you’re gone

I want to be in the stars

If you...

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

I’d ask that question if it even mattered.

Youve already stolen my heart, it belongs to you.

Please don’t be like them, use it for good.

Everyone I love will leave, it’s nothing new.

Ive never wanted anyone as much as I have wanted you.

I’m falling apart, but it’s in your favor.

I just want to taste your flavor.

...

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

My lifeline which reads with want the closer your fingers brush,

A warm palm, attentive lips,

They, too, are only an inch away

As if you may devour it whole instead

Open up the valve, Kirstie,

There what will pour out, not blood-

A lifetime of care plucked from the veins

Inside, all mine,

Would it taste good? Would you feel heav...