I had to guard it with my life,
So I did it
I tucked it away in a desolate place, and now
I've forgotten where I hid it.
YOU ARE READING
Clay
PoetryA collection of poems flowing like a river from a heart made of clay, as it groans while being molded and when fired, screams in pain; yet rests in the knowledge that the Potter's handiwork will certainly be great.
Unbreakable Heart
I had to guard it with my life,
So I did it
I tucked it away in a desolate place, and now
I've forgotten where I hid it.
