Delicate

Hearts are very delicate

 

 

They can be torn apart

 

 

It is important who you give it to

 

 

For they could use it to only make you look like a fool

 

 

That is why I rarely convey trust

 

 

So it just sits there, sad and lonely, gathering dust

            

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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