Beautiful tired girl
My heart is hers-- in that bag with so many others
It's hard to believe I wont bruise
In that pile of emotions
Would you hear a secret?
I think, with all the hearts she holds
She's lost her own
Without a glance behind her
Beautiful tired girl
My heart is hers-- in that bag with so many others
It's hard to believe I wont bruise
In that pile of emotions
Would you hear a secret?
I think, with all the hearts she holds
She's lost her own
Without a glance behind her
Posted by
Cec
at
9:20 PM
Labels: Filipino Sponge Cake, Scriblings
1 comments:
Sometimes I feel like I am carrying around a bag of hearts...
Nice poem--thanks for sharing it!
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