Still, time and space stop
If I died, I wouldn’t mind
My eyelids drop
You’re so warm in my content
Fingers locked inside mine
I’m in the hoodie you lent
Your heart you didn’t lend me
That is mine to keep
I’ve packed it away nice and neat
And Inside the pleats
I stored my own
To make your heart my own
If I died, I wouldn’t mind
Content inside your eyes.
Wow, this is so emotional. Such beautiful poetry, and these lines:
“Your heart you didn’t lend me
That is mine to keep
I’ve packed it away nice and neat”
They brought tears to my eyes. Stunning.
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Thank you so much for taking time to read my work and for your kind words! They mean a lot 🙂 I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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