Handle With Care
I'm fragile;But I'm not made of glass;
So don't try to see through me.
I'm small;
But I'm no child;
So don't decieve me.
I'm sweet;
But I don't melt in your mouth;
So don't use me.
I was once your rib that enclosed your heart;
Now I'm the only way you can have a heart.
I'm a woman;
Handle with care.
if only men could understand this "manual" before making mistakes..
Posted by
Anonymous |
1:53 PM
Hey, that's one sweet poem. It really left the screen reached out and touched me. Hope all is well under the sun.
Posted by
Juka |
3:46 PM
You're more than a rib!!
Posted by
MechanicalCrowds |
11:01 AM
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