I don’t shine like fire or gold, I’m quiet warmth, I bruise, I fold. I shake when your hands come near, Not from fear — just feeling too much here. I’m not strong, I don’t pretend, I bend too easy when you lean in. I’ve got a pudding heart, please don’t be rough, One wrong move, I melt too much. I’m soft inside, I fall apart, Handle me slow, this pudding heart. I’ve learned how to smile and hide, Every crack I keep inside. I look okay, but I’m barely set, Still warm from love I can’t forget. If you rush, I’ll slip away, I’m not built for careless days. I’ve got a pudding heart, please don’t be rough, One wrong word is more than enough. I’m sweet, but weak right from the start, Hold me gentle, pudding heart. I don’t need promises or grand design, Just steady hands, a little time. If you stay soft, I’ll stay whole, If you’re kind… I won’t lose control. I’ve got a pudding heart, trembling still, Standing here on fragile will. I’m not asking you to be smart, Just don’t break this pudding heart. If you’re careful… I might last.
