Poetry collection- OnGoing

Your Heart, My Hands

Your nothing but a small town boy, with your heart upon your sleeve.

Freely you gave it to me. Though I wasnt the first. To the others you gave it to, they took it and tore it apart. They tore you apart.

In pieces to me it came. Fraglie and held together by duct tape it was. You tried to fix it before you gave it to me.

I held your heart in my hands. Saddened by the pain it was in. You came to me sad, broken wanting... Needing love.

With another I was but my heart fell for yours. I left the man to be with you. I took your frsgile heart in my hands. And tried to fix it.

I slowly stiched it back together piece by piece. Till all the pieces were back together.

When you saw what I did you smiled. It lit up the room. I saw happiness in your eyes. I smiled.

I gave you my heart. I placed it in your hands. Your smile grew wider. Your happiness grew tenfold.

You held my heart in your hands. Small and covered with stiches it was. But you felt it beat strongly with love.

We stood together side by side. My heart in your hands and yours in mine. We put them together only to find, that they fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

They joined forever. In our hands.