Her heart kept breaking
Until she found someone to mend it for her
He did his best to heal her
He gave her his heart to carry wherever she went
Not used to holding hearts she became clumsy and broke it
Now as she tries to mend his heart back
Her heart mends as well
But once in a while she gets pricked by the sharp edges of his broken heart.
This is such a beautiful poem and metaphor :’)
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Thank you so much 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Wow, what a powerful poem. Well done.
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Thank you so much !
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