Poetry

Glass Heart (#176)

I gave you my red glass heart,
I gave it to you in a box marked fragile,
You carry it around with you every day,
When you left, you threw that box aside,
Always of glass when it falls inside,
Inside it cracks and breaks,
Its broken pieces shall never be repaired,
For at least again by your hands,
But I gave you my red glass heart,
I gave it to you in a box marked fragile,

Any Thoughts?

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