A/N: So this one I wrote for/to a specific person. Unfortunately I was not able to give it to them when it would have mattered. I could dedicate it but I'm 100% certain they wouldn't appreciate the gesture so here I am getting off my chest.
I remember when breaking hearts was something I used to do.
That's until I met you.
Now I spend every waking hour afraid to even make yours bruise.
Because it's something I never wanted to lose.
I go crazy because there is no place safe enough for it to be.
So I'll take out mine and put it inside of me.
In a vault inside my chest cavity,
In the space where mine used to be.
There alone I can guarantee its safety
It is precious, I will handle it with care.
Cause without it, you won't be here.
It is delicate, I will label it as fragile,
Treat it well, never cause it to soil.
Trust me with it, I will keep it enclosed in my chest.
There you can be sure I will look after it best.
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Beautifully Broken
Şiir"A stab in my chest, I'm wounded but can't bleed. There is a loneliness inside of me, accompanied by a gnawing need".- Nick I write what I feel and sometimes I'm inspired. whatever the case these are all mine. I love words and poetry If there is...
