Break
I am not your paper doll,
I am not your property.
I’m not made of glass
I won’t break if you touch me.
But treat me right and gentle,
And mean it when you say “I love you”.
Cuz I only have one heart,
And if you break it where will I turn?
I write poetry. Whenever I get around to typing it up, I post it here. Mostly in large batches once every few weeks or so. Enjoy.
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