Deeper Than What I Could Give

His heart had a freshly stitched wound
Slowly the blood dripped on to my hand
The sutures were poorly sown
His look was vacant of emotion
I understood he needed help to heal
Except I didnít know where to begin
I nonchalantly gave him back his heart
Before I turned around and walked away
Written by CaraPecosa
Author's Note
I wasn't ready to pick up his pieces. - Poem by CaraPecosa
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