I trust you not to break it,
My fragile heart of glass.
Be gentle for you see
Delicate things aren't meant to last.
© 2015
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Fragments
Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
Fragile
I trust you not to break it,
My fragile heart of glass.
Be gentle for you see
Delicate things aren't meant to last.
© 2015
