take it
from my heart and
water it
gently.
you know it means nothing
without you —
it’s just a broken
angel’s trumpet,
full
of poison;
full of regrets and
no gratitude.
take it
from my soul and
keep it safe,
away
from me and my
dirty hands
and I might ask about it again,
some day.
©Tom Del Braco
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