Hands
Holding on to my fragile heart
And I do not know
If they're trying to tear it out
Or stop it from escaping.

Lips
Calling out; "Come to me"
Calling my name
Giving promises upon promises
Of all the kisses that they offer
Yet they are laced with poison.

Eyes
Staring deep into my soul
Pulling me in with their warmth
And I want to dive
But I have to stop myself
From drowning.

You
Standing there, silent
Behind the glass wall
And you can see me crystal clear
And I am standing, silent, too.

And I am left here, pondering
If to break it
Or to wait.
And I am left here, wondering
If you'll break it
Or you'll break me.