my heart stone
it sits
in my palm
my fingers
are wrapped
around it
tightly
i don't want
to let it go
i don't want
to lose it
my heart stone
because I wonder
if I let it go
will the memories
go away too?
my heart stone
its shape is
unyielding
and cold
it only warms up
when i hold it
in my hand
my heart stone
brings
warm thoughts
and a smile to my face
as I recall
that whenever I felt down
or felt like I would forget you
the image of a heart
would appear
my heart stone
(this poem may be reworked, but I wanted to post this because I haven't posted in awhile)
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