Poem 121


The way love tortures my heart, it kills,

Just thinking of it gives me the chills.

My heart is fragile, handle with care,

There are limits to the pain I can bare.

I try so hard to keep my heart locked,

And turn away anyone who knocked.

I don't want to play give and take,

Like glass, my heart will easily break.

Maybe I'm over doing it, but that's okay,

I'm protecting my feelings that way. 

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