Each little piece
Of my fractured
Dog eared heart
Is made up of love
Firey hot passion
For each person who
Has ever
Stroked my cheeks
Wiped away imaginary tears
Run their fingers
Though my mind and hair
Past, present, and future
Every little moment
Is recorded on
Mucus colored tissues
Clenched to my chest
In awe of those dear enough
To claim a piece
And call it "mine"





emily

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Nine Lives - Emily

Nine Lives