Right across my heart there‘s a label sticker with „fragile - handle with care“. But it has been ignored way too many times before.
Can‘t you see that my heart has been torn apart?
Can‘t you see the little cracks all over its surface - like flashing neon signs?
Can‘t you see the „crime scene“ barrier tape, blowing in the wind of my sighing soul?
It‘s there. You just have to look closely.
Right across my heart there‘s a label sticker with „fragile - handle with care“. It has been touched so often, you almost can‘t read the words anymore.
They tried to nibble it off, rip it apart, scrub it away, way too many times before.
It‘s like they needed to see what‘s underneath it. Maybe it‘s a treasure left behind in a lost place. Maybe it‘s more.
Maybe it‘s everything, they‘ve always wanted. But they didn‘t handle with care.