In her hands
She held a delicate thing
Sensitive to every touch
Causes a sting
It has been dropped before
Shattered to it's very core
Mended back together through time
But nothing ever healed the pain
Trust was slowly gained
Until the very day
It was dropped again
Shattered with little hopes of heal
The pain
It was very real
Too many times it has been shattered
Now it doesnt even matter
Every time it was taken out it's veil
For the person to feel
It is dropped
Now it has been destroyed
Never to breath
Never to live
Never to give
Never to recieve
In her hands
Held my heart
Health
Health
Maman Brigitte Pin
Nice
nice poem it doesnt seem like an original 8th graders poem, but its good and thats all that matters
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