For A
You need to handle this with care.
Don't just rip it from my chest,
Or expect me to wear it upon my sleeve.
I have a rib cage for a reason,
It's to stop my heart from running off,
From putting itself out there to be hurt.
Can I trust you with it...
My heart?
Would you handle it with care?
If you held it in your hands,
Would you be afraid to even breathe?
Or would you rip it apart?
My heart is not just some toy,
It may seem nice to hold,
but it's fragile.
Drop it,
It's shattered.
Handle it rough,
It'll come out bruised and broken.
I will give you my heart.
All I ask is you,
Handle it with care.
Just as I will yours.
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
PoetryPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
