By: Jeanette Theu

Delicate fragile soul, Cover me with your harsh exterior

Loving breakable heart, I fear you are not ready

Who is to tell when it is to break, But the person who holds it is in their unsteady grip

The beating of the heart begging to be loved, the confusion in her head causing turmoil to her delicate fragile soul.

Care for it as if it were your own.

Don’t close on her she needs your air to beat as the African drums beat in a tribal ceremony in the midnight air.

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