Delicate

I am delicate,

not fragile,

please handle me as such.

 

I was crafted,

perfected,

but I will crumble under your touch.

 

I am easy to break

because I am not meant to be broken,

but hold me,

and love me,

and I would offer my heart, 

it would be yours to crack open

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dandelions

NJ

13 years old

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