A heart in two

by @kmkhearts Follow

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A snagged branch I was when you brushed your shoulder against me.

Chills and goosebumps, you rewind to when I caught you by the edge of your torn up plain white tee.

I wrestle with the wind, for the breeze seems not to hit me. It leads me to the tree. Your forbidden fruit for me to only see, not touch.

I'm at my wits end with your trust.

Yet, it is a must that I can breathe without the touch of a man. Who would've have thought it'd be you to let go of my hand?

Reviews

[Veronica Staehle]

Hey, I can't read all of this! I like what I can read, but I can't read it all! Am I the only one? All the sentences are cut off!

[M. L. F.]

Yes, something didn't copy right into here... The imagery of the weather here I loveee... but, I cannot read the whole thing. You will have to paste it again maybe with a smaller font so we can see the entire stanzas... Would be nice to see the entire piece, it looks good so far..

[Emily]

Lovely poem!
Keep up the great work!

[Tamika Finley]

is there a way that this could be fixed?

[Gray]

It is Impossible to read this.