REVELATIONS

In the Palm of Your Hand

You have my heart
In the palm of your hand
You didn’t take care of it,
Now it’s sick to the core
I don’t want it back,
It’s too buttered to nurse
I want something new,
I’m tired of the pain.

You have my heart
In the palm of your hand
I know you want to shrug it off
Well so do I!
But it’s fused itself upon
The delicate skin of your palm
How I’ve wanted to tread on your veins,
To know what goes inside you

You have my heart
In the palm of your hand
And you leave trails of my blood
Everywhere you go
How rarely you notice
That it’s always there,
Strange you never see
The murky puddle it leaves

You have my heart
In the palm of your hand
How long can you continue to ignore
Its constant throbbing?