Short or Long
To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves Short or long We expose our hearts to the elements every day With every hug, every handshake, every fist bump We risk breaking a bit of our hearts off To us, heartbreak is not an event It is a daily possibility To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves Short or long Every touch, every kiss, every glance in our eyes We risk revealing too much as our quickened hearts match the beat of the ones we love In a world where prey is predator, where a house of solace can easily become a house of sorrow, our hearts remain exposed To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves Short or long These suits of pretense we use to hide our vulnerability do not cover the fear in our voice, the lowering of our gaze, the anxiety in our steps, or how deep the rage we can not express is when each passing moment, our hearts are broken by people who have no hearts to wear anymore. To us who wear our hearts on our sleeves Short or long Our broken hearts ar...