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You look down quietly
at your hands
and I wonder what you're thinking
Your brow furrows, deep in your thoughts
the corners of your mouth slip into a frown
and suddenly my spirits sinking

You glance at me
and my stomach ties itself in knots
my head reels, my knees lock
I wait for you to speak one word
But only a soft steady beating is heard

You glance back down
and examine fervently
the something in your palms
but I cannot tell what it is

I watch as you bring it close to your face
and you poke and prod it
you seem confused
like you don't know what to do
with the something you have found

Once more your eyes lock on mine
and I know you have something to tell me
but you say nothing-
looking down again

And as you ponder,
I have the strangest feeling deep inside
I put my hand to my chest
and wait
yet there is no pulse

and now I realize
that the something you hold in your hands
is not a simple trinket

it's fragile and it's tender
and I'll need it again someday

But now you have it
and I can't seem to take it back
I just ask that you take care of it please
don't drop it, it may crack
it's still tender from the last time it was torn
and is only beginning to mend

You look at it pensively
and now I whisper to you
"Please be careful.
Hold it tight.
Don't be reckless
with that somthing in your hands.
For, you see, it is my heart."

Description
You look down quietly
at your hands
and I wonder what you're thinking
Your brow furrows, deep in your thoughts
the corners of your mouth slip into a frown
and suddenly my spirits sinking

You glance at me
and my stomach ties itself in knots
my head reels, my knees lock
I wait for you to speak one word
But only a soft steady beating is heard

You glance back down
and examine fervently
the something in your palms
but I cannot tell what it is

I watch as you bring it close to your face
and you poke and prod it
you seem confused
like you don't know what to do
with the something you have found

Once more your eyes lock on mine
and I know you have something to tell me
but you say nothing-
looking down again

And as you ponder,
I have the strangest feeling deep inside
I put my hand to my chest
and wait
yet there is no pulse

and now I realize
that the something you hold in your hands
is not a simple trinket

it's fragile and it's tender
and I'll need it again someday

But now you have it
and I can't seem to take it back
I just ask that you take care of it please
don't drop it, it may crack
it's still tender from the last time it was torn
and is only beginning to mend

You look at it pensively
and now I whisper to you
"Please be careful.
Hold it tight.
Don't be reckless
with that somthing in your hands.
For, you see, it is my heart."