The Wrong Hands
 

I held the heart of my heart
Tightly in my hands
And felt it beating strong.

I squeezed a little harder
Just to make it stop,
There was just too much to bear:

The warmth.
The love.
The light.

Sitting in such unclean hands
It shouldn't be for me.
I was given it,
But it shouldn't be for me.

I wrapped both hands around it tight
And squeezed until I bled
But I couldn't make it stop

I still felt love.
I still felt light.

They made me cry.

So,

I put it down and walked away
His heart still beating strong behind me.