Please Be Gentle

Please be gentle.

You tend to pull on the strings.

The strings that are connected to my heart.

Sometimes you hold them gently,

Sometimes you yank, pull, and even tear them.

Why? I gave you them to hold dearly, as a prize possession.

How can you just be so careless with them?

I know you're here with me, for us.

Please, be gentle.

I don't know if I can hear that anymore.

Why do you blame me when they're not perfect?

I thought we were a team. Oh, but when you need us to be. Not when I do.

You say these things in front of them. You honestly wonder why they don't listen to me?

That's why. When you talk to me the way you do. The nasty things you say.

Right in front of them.

Do you want them to think that of me?

Quit pulling them the way you do.

They're becoming thin, ragged, and tattered.

I pray they'll heal, but I'm not sure.

You keep pulling them the way you do, they're going to tear.

You're going to tear all of them, and then you won't have my heart.

Please be gentle.