little did I know;
why it's called a heart,
until it got broken
so delicate like a little child,my heart!
empty words here and there
empty thoughts too dare
my heart!
sometimes it hurts
most times it's a deep cut
inflicted on my heart;
doors and windows call on thee
humans linger close to thee;
but what I feel; in my heart is the pain it brought more than love
delicate hear!
what shall I do you for
going back and forth
between hearts.
you won't break no more
until I find a flower
that I would love more and more
My heart hurts waiting for love.💔💔
©tadebrown
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