You should not give your heart to these hands;
they're too small, too cold to hold it well.
I may trip,
stumble
and fumble with your soul.
I may return your love to you all
bruised, dog-eared, and coffee-stained,
like a good book that was far overdue.
they're too small, too cold to hold it well.
I may trip,
stumble
and fumble with your soul.
I may return your love to you all
bruised, dog-eared, and coffee-stained,
like a good book that was far overdue.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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