A machine box, inside my chest, doomed to be endlessly broken
Cold and pointless, only pumping blood
Till you came along with your magical hands
Tightening screws and loosening others,
Fixing this broken machine, brining it back to life
You took a risk and touched my sharp edges, reshaped this box
Made a heart out of it. A warm beating heart, so full of life, so full of joy
So full of you
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
