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Be delicate, my sweetest love,
With my heart in your hand.
My heart, which has been made fragile by the cruel words of mankind.
And despite such fragility,
Where even the slightest pressure could crumble the pieces,
I trust you to hold it.
For though your hands have been calloused and worn by the Earth,
They are still gentle and hold my heart tenderly.
My heart in your hand,
Many would think to shatter to pieces.
And yet my heart stays whole,
For you make it so.
A hand to hold the pieces close,
So that I may love the one that holds it.
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Haley M.T.
I'm just a simple day-to-day writer just trying to get by in life. No grand past or achievements, simply a Jill-of-Some-Trades enjoying a hobby.
Comments (1)
This was so magically beautiful! Loved your poem!