My delicate heart


I placed my delicate heart
In your pocket that day
So I hope that you mean
Every word you say

It hurts to not talk to you
And it hurts even more,
Waiting for you to


Are you keeping me sweet?
No, I don't want to think like that
Is there another you'd rather meet?
Yes, anxiety is here once again
To claim victory in my defeat
these signs I've seen before
They're on every fucking street
But I'm praying that I'm wrong
That... That would be neat

Please don't think bad of me....
I'm just a little broken also
And frightened, you'll flee....
haven't felt this way for a lifetime
I'd love you, like you're the last tree

the last tree, I'll ever see.

Who am I to make claim, that,
something's special in our way
But I hope that you mean
Every single word you say
And keep delicate my heart
Till the beating fades away
I'd nurture you always
Till my very last day









  • Author: squeakyfluff (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2017 12:46
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 37
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  • JC

    I thought your poem had great flow and the rhymes never felt forced. I imagine a lot of people feel broken. Keep up the writing!

    • squeakyfluff

      thankyou very much! :] means a lot.

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