If I give you my heart,
Just remember it is a ‘hand me down’.
One left in bad shape;
Used to love's uneven path,
Made of concrete and mud, of fine silk and leather.
Just know this heart is fortified with a cul de 𝚜𝚊𝚌:
One passage to scrutinize that which steps in.
This heart is a rose...
I'll give you its beauty or tear you with its thorns.
Which ever way you choose.
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