if you
ever hand over your
heart to me, i won't put it
in glass jars where it will get cold
and will soon be forgotten. i will sew it
in my chest where mine once was.
every beat reminding me of the
warmth of your hands as
they wrapped around
my riotous
heart.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
