My heart is a fragile thing that cannot be messed with, its a beautiful as a rose, weak as glass, and filled with hopes,love and faith inside... Sadly it belongs to someone., someone that shall not be named or spoken,because if I do, I'm afraid that I'll be broken by the memory of our faith that has destroyed me inside.
This heart that speaks, beats, and only loves for you shall break away one day when I leave you behind.
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My heart
PoetryIt's a simple description of a heart that holds yet wants to let go.. Confusion that is beneath us. Love and pain as you may see it
