"I'm worthless," the girl told him.
Like rain on a window her salty tears slid down her face.
He shook his head opening his arms to her.
He gave her a true smile, as bright and wondrous as
the first sign of spring.
"You my dear are like a small flower growing from a crack in the cement. So rare yet beautiful. You are like the delicious sundae on a hot summer day. You are my medicine, you are my drug.
You are not worthless, you are beautiful my love."
With his words so kind and so true she no longer felt worthless.
Her heart was no longer broken, his words were the thread and his gentle embrace, the needle.
He mended her heart in the most beautiful way possible.
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In a Nuthshell
PoetryPretty much everything I've gone through, have thought of, or have felt in a nutshell. All are poems written by me and should not be used unless given permission to.
