Shaped

Folder: 
Love Blossoms

You picked up the pieces 

of my broken heart 

and you didn't just 

do it haphazardly.

 

You were meticulous

finding where each piece belongs,

twisting and turning it

until it fit perfectly.

 

And then once it was whole again

I looked from a bird's eye view,

you had shaped me into 

something even better.

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