Behind the Flowers

Pieces

I hold a little piece of you
Like you hold a little piece of me.
Take good care of that piece
The slightest touch will turn it to dust.

Many pieces I carry
Heavy, weightless
Painful, harmless
Happy, hopeless.

Some feel like a gentle kiss
Or the warmth of the sun.
Some take over me
And I know it's just begun.

Take good care of my piece
I wont take good care of yours
Yours deserves to be thrown away
Forever gone.

I'll take this knife to my soul
Carve your piece out of its stay.
No longer will you stain me
With your piece you left to burn me.