Tender ❤ Heart



Cold December day

Wish I could accumulate my heart that way

Crisp tears that fall

Not from the blustery wind

From the soul



By those before

Whom I once opened the door

Of love too

As they sold a dream


There schemes


In time

I left them behind


That deceived

And tainted

My love for them

Like a musty old rag


Making me vomit


I throw away

There deceptive minds

No more boys

With there toys

Like child’s play

They haunt me

With there immature ways

As I hold out this time

For the real thing

That only love and maturity

Can bring

All while keeping my heart tender

Copyright (c) 2020 Nichole Sulpizio – All Rights Reserved

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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