Shield

Sat, 02/28/2015 - 11:00 -- LeyahR.

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Don't touch me, I'm fragile.

I flutter and float in the wind,

But will disappear as soon as I come in contact,

With any living.

Not the last, but maybe the first,

I wish you well.

Farewell, but hello again, soon.

I am breakable, but isn't everyone.

A heart will not grow

But it will beat harder than a drum,

When in love.

Don't touch me, or you'll break my heart.

For a heart does not grow, it does not know.

It does not know it's not real. 

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