Piece by Piece

Piece by Piece short poem

I’ve placed you inside my heart for now.
I’m hoping you won’t break your way out too soon.
This love will fade away but I’ve waited long enough.
Please don’t add more bricks to the surrounding wall.
Help me tear this down with your lovely weapons.
I put paint and a paint brush inside.
Draw on my empty canvas and I’ll never forget you.
Help me stitch up these open scars so I can mend these wounds over again.
I left you sand paper as well.
When you’re ready to go, slowly sand me out of this world you lead me into.
I beg of you to stay away from deadly tools.
I’m a light-wieght so don’t let me break.

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Aliciä Serrańo

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of girl, Who's about to spread her wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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The tenderness and innocence of love, its frailty is so wonderfully captured by the words of this poem @Alicia_Alicia..one wishes this one would remain safe and strong forever.. Brilliant!


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