my heart is a vase
delicate
untouched
put on display for all to see but only admired from afar because if you looked close enough
youd see chips
elegant artwork fading
countless imperfections
my heart is a vase and it is so vulnerable
so close to shattering that if someone were to drop it it would explode into a million porcelain pieces
my heart is a vase
it is easily broken.
h.h
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little poems
Poetrythese are little poems that id never love enough to show [lowercase intended]
