When I was young,
My mom used to tell me,
"Keep your heart in a bottle,
So the glass will protect it."
But still I handed it to you,
In your hands,
The bottle laid,
But you've dropped it,
You drop it every time.
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Rainbow Sky ( A Collection )
PoetryDrabbles and poems of thoughts of people living under the rainbow sky. (c) PurpleMindedGirl