Tiptoe lightly across my heart
As if you were walking on snow
Whilst trying to leave no trace
That you had ever been there
Leave no deep welts
From your chunky, clumpy boots
Stamping out scars for others to see
Or unwittingly fall into
Cause only the tiniest of imprints
Barely visible, when the daylight hits a certain way
So delicate that a tiny flurry on a gentle breeze
Could softly sweep it smooth, as if you were a ghost
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Author:
jenny.g (
Offline) - Published: April 13th, 2023 17:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes my heart feels smashed and bashed and battered. It would be nice if life could sometimes be a little gentle with it.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
loved your wording
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(strange, everyone demands
we treat people like we want to be treated
and all will be fine, only
although we invested in oven gloves, wisely
not many others, have
and so, we're left suffering
as they dig away at our heart's furnace
with their scalpels and shovels...
not very fair, I think)
Thank you for your kind words and great metaphors.
I like your way with words in this .. a good and interesting poem nicely expressed 🙂 sometimes things and life walk all over us that we can end up feeling almost ‘ trodden on
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