Cradle it gently

For it is fragile; she is naive

If you drop it, her eyes turn to fire

And the shattered pieces turn into hot embers

Don’t touch that!

She can clean up her own messes…

Repair it, and she will cling to it

Like a newborn child

And she will hide herself away

(I’m counting on it)

Until, like the wind after a hurricane, she calms

And remebers

Life is too short for heartbreak

Cycle

It’s an endless cycle of love and despair

And joy and hate

And everything in between

And people like her

PEOPLE LIKE HER

WITH SOULS THE COLOR OF THE SKY

ON A DAY WITH LITTLE TO NO CLOUDS IN THE SKY

THAT CAN BREAK AT ANY MINUTE

ARE LEFT TO CLEAN IT UP

AND BREAK FREE FROM THE CHAINS

THAT ARE THIS CRUEL, UNFORGIVING LIFE!!

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….I’m sorry for shouting….