Handle With Care
She told me
I am a sensitive man,
with a gentle soul,
very fragile,
like fine crystal
Then she said,
did you know
when crystal breaks,
it shatters into
tiny pieces, shards,
that are impossible
to fit back together?
I beg you,
please,
don't
break me
Copyright © David Brown | Year Posted 2014
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