I gave you my heart
But you didn’t understand
What you were holding
In the palm of your hand
You looked at me
Asking whatever is it for
My heart is meant to be
For you to adore
You smiled and placed
My heart on a shelf
Given not a trace
Or essence of yourself
Without a home to stay
Or nestled to a chest
That piece I gave away
Dust covered to its death
A contest entry
- the biggest prewrite contest ever by serenity silvermoon.
900 points, ended January 18, 362 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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CONGRAT BIG BROTHER!!!
♥ Kathraina
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I know that feeling! And only toooooo well. Not a good feeling at all. I hope this is just fictional for you, that feeling is not one i would like anyone else to ever know!
Great job on this one!
Best of luck in this contest!
and love
Nyetta
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aww.. very sad i hope you are not talking about me because if you are i am sorry if i hurt you and if it wasnt me i want to hurt the person who hurt you
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Oooh nicely done! Such a sad story. I don't like that feeling. My heart has been put on shelves then thrown off, only to shatter on the floor. Thankgoodness I have God to put the pieces back together!
♥ Kathraina
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