the brick lining
of my fist-sized heart
is all crumbling
on the outside.
but the foundation
is sound.
my "I love you"s
are solid--
genuine--
and my "I miss you"s
are sad.
my roof is
shingle-less
and my windows are
shattered,
but I feel every bit
of us
with my soul.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
the brick lining
of my fist-sized heart
is all crumbling
on the outside.
but the foundation
is sound.
my "I love you"s
are solid--
genuine--
and my "I miss you"s
are sad.
my roof is
shingle-less
and my windows are
shattered,
but I feel every bit
of us
with my soul.
02/07/2015
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