Boys who eat bananas hold hearts in their hands. They hold them so delicately and with the softest touch. They are gentle never rough. They are calm never in a rush. They watch them and make sure they are full every good feeling possible. Boys who eat bananas hold hearts in their hands. Their hold is so harsh as if gentleness is nonexistent. They are rough and toss them around like rag dolls. The rush and forget they have such sensitive and fragile things in their hands. They overlook them and pass by them without a second glance. Boys who eat bananas hold hearts in their hands, but sometimes they drop them. Watch them fall and crash into the ground breaking into the smallest of pieces scattering everywhere. They watch as the heart they once promised to never let go is now laying on the ground unrecoverable. Boys who eat bananas hold hearts in their hands and leave a trail of broken love and open ended promises with banana peels as they move along to the next.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
