Scrap #7
About the heart....
My dear mossy friends,
In English we say: “I don’t know if I can trust you.”
In Poetry we say: Can I let you hold my pieces? Can I let your fingerprints leave marks upon my heart? Can I wake each day and night without fearing that you’ll break my pieces like the others did? Can I let you love me like I want to be, without it tearing me apart?
Sincerely yours,
Bella C. Reynolds