I put my heart in your hands,
and for a while,
you kept it.
I put all of my love and trust
into you,
and you held it
for a very long time.
You held it safely in the grasp
of your fingertips.
Softly, in the palm
of you hands.
You kept me warm, and
you made me feel safe.
You loved with passion.
With strength, and tenderness, too.
You made me feel beautiful.
I liked feeling beautiful.
One day, your grasp on my heart
gave out,
and you stopped loving.
You let me fall,
and let me hit the floor,
without a single warning.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
I put my heart in your hands,
and for a while,
you kept it.
I put all of my love and trust
into you,
and you held it
for a very long time.
You held it safely in the grasp
of your fingertips.
Softly, in the palm
of you hands.
You kept me warm, and
you made me feel safe.
You loved with passion.
With strength, and tenderness, too.
You made me feel beautiful.
I liked feeling beautiful.
One day, your grasp on my heart
gave out,
and you stopped loving.
You let me fall,
and let me hit the floor,
without a single warning.