Letras
My heart is a tangerine that I left in the bottom of my bag
For three days and now everything smells like oranges
My heart is a rotten apple with ants gathering around the sides
Sticky sweet, but also getting moldy
I've gotta take care of me
It's too soft now, too soft to handle
And it slips right through my fingers
Vulnerability is a gamble
And I'm putting all of my chips in now
My heart is a forgotten strawberry leftover from a lover's afternoon
Of drinking wine on a blanket under the yellow moon
This squishy heart of mine
Will it harden over time?
Is it better to feel everything
Or protect myself from the world outside?