I'D Gave Him My Heart
Lips, soft as a shadow.
Devouring my very soul.
I didn't care. I couldn't care.
I'd gave him my heart.
Eyes, blue as a spirit.
Observing my imperfections.
I could change. I did change.
I'd gave him my heart.
Fingers, sprightly as a fairy.
Surrounding my body.
I wouldn't move. I couldn't move.
I'd gave him my heart.
Copyright © Vicki Waterhouse | Year Posted 2012
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