Poetry Sunday

Tread carefully, I whisper
I don’t un-break
I feel your eyes rest on me
In the dark
It’s not that I can’t forgive
If you make a mistake
But sometimes the hurt
Changes my heart
Broken pieces never fit the same
And once I’m broken
I don’t just repair
I love and love and give my all
Until I’ve not got the pieces
Left to spa…
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