My heart in a box,

Here is my heart,
it comes in a box
I know that confuses you
because normally it sits in one’s chest

But not my heart,
My heart comes in a box
to keep it from danger
and to protect it from hurt

surrounded by soft tissues
here and there colored red
from the wounds that it had
you can still see the scars.

Here is my heart,
it comes in a box.
I can’t live without, but
It serves me no purpose where it used to be.

D.S 3-1-2018 2:42 pm

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