Guarantees

March 26, 2011
By Karaliin BRONZE, Walnut, California
Karaliin BRONZE, Walnut, California
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If there was a guarantee
That my heart wouldn't be
Broken.
Crumbled.
Or crumpled or thrown away,

I would hand it to him,
Exposed on a silver platter,
Before it can beat again.

But no such guarantee exists.
So we live in fear
Afraid to take the chance.
Missing the opportunity.
And wondering what
Could've,
Would've,
Should've,

happened.


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