You are home for me.
My fragile heart lives
In the palm of your hand.
If flowers open for the sun,
Then you are mine,
The light I couldn't see
Until in it, I blossomed.
You didn't change me,
You found me,
All the frightened,
Little pieces
I thought had died,
You held them gently,
Keeping them warm,
Until one day
I could breathe again.
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Author:
Kora (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 15th, 2026 00:10
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Comments1
True? I hope you are right, because round here affairs of the heart so carefully reconstructed, have been known to disintegrate once more...
But I'm pretty sure no such deleterious consequence will find you in your completeness...
Love and pain are two sides of the same coin. When it happens I'll be heading your way for a cuppa and a good cry, so be prepared! 😁
I've just put an extra box of tissues on my next grocery delivery order. I'm an ex (very) Boy Scout...
Extra biscuits too please Uncle Dave, I'll need the sugar 😭
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