How lucky are we
To have such delicate hearts
That we piece together and bandage
Time and time again.
Of course I remember the pain.
I carry every crack with me.
I will always give
It's in my nature.
To squeeze your hand one more time
And tell you all the things
I'd wish someone told me.
I will not be embarrassed
I will not try to squash my feelings
Hearts are made to love
Even in houses that are not their home.
YOU ARE READING
The Heart Doctor
PuisiTravelling through the world of love and hurt. It's a train that will not stop when you want to. But god what a journey.
