Caution

Could you be a bit more careful

With that HEART you're holding, sir?

It's battered and it's wounded

But it's still worth much, I'm sure.

Do you think that you could handle it

With gentle hands this time?

It's been abused and quite misused,

But loved? Is that a crime?

Don't take for granted the notion,

That it's been around before,

Never for love and devotion...

That's what it's still beating for.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sometimes I write simply from my own dreams or fantasies.  Sometimes I just want to vent whats deep inside and unexplored.  Sometimes I write from things friends have said about their own lives.  And SOMETIMES it's just pure fiction.  YOU HAVE TO FIGURE IT OUT.

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Jeff Grimes's picture

Ok, so far this is the best poem I've read on this WHOLE SITE! While I'm not really a fan of how you choose to rhyme at the end of every other line, it works well with the poem. You mention the pain your heart has been dealt, and you mention that it wasn't deserved, the only thing I feel is missing is who is it for? You don't address anyone but sir? I'm guilty of this all the time. Are you telling us your heart is hurting and it's limping? Or are you telling it to someone in the poem? It's not clear because you say "sir", a reference that you’re opening up to somebody after dealing with something traumatic. That’s the only confusing part of the poem, otherwise it's a nice poem, and it’s clever in it's rhyming.

Christine M's picture

Give me a man with a pair of slow and caring hands anyday. To find the right pair however you first have to put yourself in jeopardy of being hurt.