I need a sweet heart

I've had enough of these sobs

I want to find you and I don't care who you are. If you love me and want me and desire my heart in your hands it shall be done.

But if you leave me on the shelf I promise when you come back to me your touch will leave my body in ashes as your feelings have already scorned me beyond that of any manageable repair

I'm too far gone to be brought back now

But I'll never give up hope that one day I will find somewhere to rest these dusty hands

That ceaselessly move to keep me from *fading away