I've gone adrift into the mist
of waiting for some logic
there isn't really a question
but a hollow sound in my heart
poor thing, has been pulled to pieces too many times
shattered on the floor
being glued or taped or welded together
has only slowly made it easier to break
maybe it just needs strong hands
that will hold it carefully
hopefully those hands exist before my heart turns black
I know that I might find them
somewhere in this world they might be there
searching for this very sad heart to hold
warm large hands that will make it less hallow again
no longer will it beat dully
springing to life in a bright cheerful pulse
Just please please be careful
if I give you my heart, and you dont want it
dont  drop it to the ground...just slowly hand it back