i carry my heart
on the outside
such a bumpy ride
for an important organ
i can't hide the feelings
from the inside
only because you
bring them to the surface
it's a talent you have
that you probably didn't want
to taunt without feeling it
and hurt without meaning to
incomplete words don't
make for a good rhyme
and the cold weather brittles
any kind words that are said
afraid of the eggshells that
must be walked on?
think about how it feels
for the eggs
scrambled, as usual
(breakky)
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