Draw Me A Heart


Nerves strung on a wire.
One of those necklaces nobody buys
But everyone wears.
Under the sweater.
Under the blouse.
Under the shirt right where the skin is.

Crises live underneath there.
Safely protecting a shy little heart,
Who's gone all the way down on its knees there.
Who's now begging to be let out.

Draw me a heart.
Shape it the way you want.
But colour with the warmth of your hand.
Draw me a heart.
Show it to whom you want.
But give it to me so I know where I stand.

Diamonds hung on a sweet neck.
One of those signs of love no one denies
Though we may have our doubts.
Behind stolen glances.
Behind nice remarks.
Behind the envy where the truth is.

Curtains are drawn like a wall there.
Safely protecting a shy little hope,
Who's preparing itself for defeat there.
But who's not willing to give up.

Draw me a heart.
Shape it the way you want.
But colour it with the warmth of your hand.
Draw me a heart.
Show it to whom you want.
But give it to me so I know where I stand.

Oh I yearn to know what your heart feels like.
But only if you're the one to let me know.
And even an image is good enough.
As long as it's your hand that made it look so.

Draw me a heart.
Shape it the way you want.
But colour it with the warmth of hand.
Draw me a heart.
Show it to whom you want.
But give it to me so I know where I stand.
















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