My heart is
Kinda battered
Just freed of bubble wrap
And tissue paper
Scratches on the surface
Of places once broken
Now Supertime-Glued
A stray eyelash
Could prick it's thin surface
It could
Break into a million pieces
With one flick of the finger
Hold it for me
Will ya?
Catch!
Hi.. I liked that alot..very to the point.. keep writing!!
I like this poem very much. Its title is a great idea. And I love your portfolio's quote (You cant go wrong with Willy Wanka). Keep up the good work and hold on tho thant precious baby of yours. Best regards.