Offering
I face away from you
I hear you approach
Turning, I hold out my hand
As if offering a prized possession
I offer you my heart
I entrust it to you
So that you may protect it from hurt
And if it should shatter
Then it was never meant to be
Copyright © Nicole Bissell | Year Posted 2008
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