Drabbles

F R A G I L E

Look at her soft, little fingers

Look at her tiny wrists.

Whenever you hold her hand,

she's trusting you to not break them apart.

Look at her slim waist.

Look at how you could wrap her up with one arm.

Whenever you hug her from behind,

she's sure that you'll never stab her back.

Look at her wide, wondering eyes.

Look at how she sees the world through rose-colored glasses.

Whenever you ask her questions

she gives you a piece of her innocence.

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Well go see her now.

Take a look at what you've done.

You cannot bring back the gentleness

In what has become rough hands.

See her fragile body

Look at it crumble before your eyes

You cannot bring back her passion

After you've torn her down so many times.

And look at her eyes

See their cold distance

You can never bring back life

When you killed the little love she had.