Maybe only your hands were made to hold my fragile heart,
My heart's glass but your hands are the floor of silk
Even if my heart fell, it wouldn't break
Your hands are soft, so it will fall in love, instead.
Your hands are the artist to my heart
An artist knows how to handle and beautify there art.
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An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |
PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
