HANDLE WITH CARE

  

My Heart

I feel like
It eerily resembles
A thin sheet of glass
That can
Shatter
Into tiniest of pieces
With the smallest bit
Of pressure

And those sharp pieces
Will surely hurt
Every bit of flesh in me

That's why
I'm holding onto my heart
Ever so tightly

And I'm not letting
Anyone
Touch it

Bcoz I'm afraid that
Nobody
Can be sure to

Handle it with care


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