Feelings are not to be toyed with
like a damn punching game,
Where a noob is pushing
every damn button in sight
In hopes that you'll get the intended result.
Not to be carried
and moved around
like a basketball,
Bounced around the
Cold grey pavement.
Not to be crushed
like a fragile piece
of stained glass.
Not to be tampered with
like an important document
That needs to be
Kept safe.
If I put my feelings in your hands,
Tread lightly with them,
For I entrust you with
My heart and an aspect of me
That i hardly reveal to anyone.
