"You're so lucky , you got the class prince." They gushed
Secretly envious but nevertheless Smiling.
Looking at the thin silk handkerchief
in my hands , his gift.
So Beautiful, yet so...
"I got it specially made" he said
"It'll never fade nor will it's stitches
Loosen just like my love for you."
"Awwwn." The girls 💑 around
us cooed.
"You should keep it safe"
" No, close to your heart " " no..."
The voices went on until they were blurred out.
For many days I kept it safe.
Safe from prying eyes .
Safe from evil.
To ward evil off of it.
Until , I took it out and
admired it.
Didn't notice a thing .
Few days later , I looked at the
handkerchief,
A few stitches were broken
right in the middle , where the ❤️
was embroidered.
I shrugged it off as always , nothing
would happen.
It didn't take long before I went to
check it , my new found hobby.
That was when I saw it,
a hole and it had a tiny beam of light 💫
streaming in.
It was rough work but I patched
it up nevertheless.
no one would notice right.
but deep in my heart I felt
Uneasy.
"I love you." He said it .
A foolish smile hanging on his lips.
I smiled back at him a foolish smile on
my lips.
"Are you taking care of my heart" he asked , a little wrinkle in his eyes.
I looked at him blankly
" My handkerchief "
" Oh !, I'm taking care of it. "
But , I lied 😔.
Because the next time I held it,
A gaping hole 🕳️was there.
And that same hole appeared in my
Heart.
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FLEETING THOUGHTS
General FictionWriting poems for the blues. To let my inner voice have her own podium. Just for fun actually. Or maybe not, depends on how you interpret it, It still all depends on the human mind And heart in the end.
