Broken

This is another poem I wrote a week or so ago.

Broken

She’s fragile.

So you try to patch her up

with gentle kisses

and comforting words.

She’s delicate.

So you wrap her carefully

in love

and try not to drop her.

She’s precious.

So you hide her away

and count the coins

to take care of her.

But you can’t hold on

to her forever

so you try your best.

And when she comes

crashing down

on the cold hard ground.

You’ll be there to

pick up the scattered pieces

of her on the floor.