he’s got a soft heart, like plush,
time and time again a new lover’s come, and tore it all up
– they fill it with love and lust, but it never lasts long.
so soon, he’s left with open wounds
and you can see all his guts.
he’s got a soft heart and, my, do I like his eyes,
they’ve got such a pretty shine,
but they’re cloaked with a heavy slime,
that I recognize.
hesitation in his voice, a tiredness he can’t evade,
I feel it when he says my name,
“won’t you please just be different?
can my life finally change?”
he hands me a soft heart as I smile with joy,
I tell him I’ll be different,
but it makes me wonder with unease,
if he made the right choice.