These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Cradled




Crushed was
an ever fragile heart
yet tenderly
You held it in Your hands
breathed love
and made it into
this beautiful, precious version
of me.





August Bernadette 
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