i hand my heart
to you
you
carelessly
drop it
in a corner
i hand my bruised heart
to you
you
break it
without
a second thought
i had my broken heart
to you
you
leave it
in tatters
forgotten
i hand my tattered heart
to you…
stop
back up
i hold my own heart
my own
tattered
broken
bruised
heart
& wonder…
what the fuck
do i
expect?
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thank you for a month of beautiful art and bitter sweet sorrow.
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oh thank you ❤
don't worry, there's plenty more where that came from
& you definitely got a smile from me that time
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Nice! Love the end.
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Hey Emje, I second Mike’s comment. A month of words and art. Massive achievement from where I’m standing. Love what you do, hate what you have to do. I’m a massive fan ❤️
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thank you so much! i figure if i have to have angst, at least i also have art. ❤
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