I am cautious of
your frail heart
I dare not
touch it with my
indelicate fingers
that weave time
as if it were
a thread I
could simply
unpick
if I went wrong
these are the offerings
of lost things,
toy cars and thimbles
that no one knew
what to do with
but you heart,
like the flesh
of the moon,
sits in the sky like
an echo
calling me home
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
I am cautious of
your frail heart
I dare not
touch it with my
indelicate fingers
that weave time
as if it were
a thread I
could simply
unpick
if I went wrong
these are the offerings
of lost things,
toy cars and thimbles
that no one knew
what to do with
but you heart,
like the flesh
of the moon,
sits in the sky like
an echo
calling me home
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