I hid my heart so it wouldn’t get stolen
I got an injury and now it is swollen
Can feel it throbbing though it never was open
I stored it away so it wouldn’t get broken
It’s never been loved and I’m not even joking
Now it’s getting late and the window is closing
© Delia Ross. 2019
I love reading “you” = humour + heart = fortitude
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OMG THANK YOU! Appreciate all the kind words!!
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You are welcome. We are ephemeral beings, I’m merely sharing my thoughts, having a moment with you. I too, thank you. You have made my morning light.. ❤ Trâm.
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I had to look up that word! Learned something new! Might see it in a poem soon!
Glad to meet and hope to send more light your way!
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