If your hand could reach inside my heart

What would you do with it?

Would you hold it close

Like it’s your everything?

Would you throw it away

Like it’s nothing to you?

Would you treat it like your own

Or even better?

Or would you just treat it like shit

Making it hurt worse then anything?

Would you keep it warm

Through cold winter nights?

Or toss it out

For it to die?

I don’t trust many people anymore

You can thank my parents for that

But I trust you

And sure, I might not tell you everything

But I tell you a lot

Nore than anyone else, even my parents

I don’t give this chance to many

But I did for you, so tell me

What would you do if you could

Reach inside my heart?