See how fragile is an insect wing
One wrong touch will damage bring
Once a thing of beauty and wonder
Left dying and torn asunder.

Such was my heart in your hands
Damaged by absence and silence
Once a thing of love and dreams
Left with tears in constant stream.

Life given us is not very long
Why hurt one with whom you belong
Once love is given it's there to stay
But is left in a broken and hurting way.

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

\(o.o)/ ... © ... 2000 - Present Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit ... \(o.o)/

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