Two broken hearts make one whole
One torn edge fits into another perfectly
Like a child's game of putting shapes into their matching compartments
You have to try a few different ones before finding the right one
It'll take time and patience
You'll get frustrated and cry
But what happens when you don't want to try anything different ?
What if you already found the heart that fits yours?
What if they don't want to fit ?
What if they're convinced that their shape matches a different compartment?
Careful on telling them they're wrong
It's easy to make a child cry
- Children need time to learn the game
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A Book of Poems
PoetryPoems for sad days. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED