Chew the glass…

Everytime

heart breaks,

pieces get smaller,

walls become taller,

so tall …..

that they don’t allow me,

to return and fix.

.

.

With each healing mourn,

heart becomes stone,

beats clangour,

and

make me think,

if i could chew the pieces,

glue them with saliva,

saved from all the kisses,

to make a heart,

so elastic,

that it can’t break,

instead bounces back,

after being dropped of the cliff

everytime…

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