A slip, a wrong turn,
A slowing heart on the run,
A weak point of the tired heart,
An after-ballad of the end art:
They're fragile: handle with care.

A balled fist of emotions,
A scratched book of wrong notions,
A laughing stock of mistakes,
A cat scared of crossing the line of retakes:
They're fragile: handle with affection.

Dark world ruling the underside,
Unfound self  jolts the rollercoaster ride,
Help unasked is help cried out for,
None can reach from the hands galore.
They're fragile: handle with empathy.

But that was all before the turn of events,
Now I'm better, mending my dents,
Casting those shadows, from me and from you,
Being the penetrable hands for few.
They're fragile: handle with love.

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A/N: this poem is dedicated to khushisoni1248 for her amazing writing. Check it out guys!

Also, this one is for all those people out there who are emotionally driven and drained and just need a listener, a supporter.  Just ping me up. I'm here for you guys.

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