She has a jar where she
Stores hearts.
She put one red heart
Everytime she found an euphoria.
The grey hearts were kept when
Frost took over.
She has a white jar full of half-hearts.
Every-moment she was broken
And her soul was scattered apart,
She cut her heart
In pieces and treasured.
They remind her
How she was made fool of.
A jar contains her broken innocence
And infantile naivety.
She holds her heart in jars.
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Let's Be Strangers Again
PoetryDedicated to self. Dedicated to the people I've met.