To Hold Poem, by Doll in Wonderland, at My poetic side

Sometimes,

I can hold love in my hand,

Like a teacup, delicate

Something to hold dearly

And just as often,

I hold love like a vice grip

Crushing it under my fingers

Not realizing I was holding a butterfly

Or paper heart

Wiping my hands clean after

Loss of love leaving stain

Sometimes, not often enough,

I have been the butterfly,

or paper heart

Needing teacup hands

But finding vice grips

And greasy fumbling fingers.

Comments +

elchupacabra October 26th, 2016 22:42
... so good... that's all.
- Doll in WonderlandOctober 28th, 2016 20:14
  Thank you 🙂
Augustus October 26th, 2016 23:59
This is lovely. 🙂
- Doll in WonderlandOctober 28th, 2016 20:14
  Thank you 🙂

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