you have my heart now.
i am not sure how it happened,
stealing is too harsh a word
for what you did.
more like you gently coaxed it
out of my clenched fingers,
as i lay my head on your shoulder,
in blissful heaven.
i was determined not to
give it to anyone else,
but you opened my hand,
before i knew what had happened.
please be careful with it,
as it was broken long, long ago
and never fully healed,
so it is fragile and,
should it be broken again,
may not be repairable.
so please, handle it with care,
and i think you might have to keep it,
for the time being as,
if i were to take it back,
i feel it would snap,
and I would go with it.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
