Garnished with sweetness,
Plated with care,
My Heart I presented
To you on a plate.
Oozing with love,
Coated with courage,
My Heart I presented
To you alone.
But apparently,
You had a different taste.
Most obviously,
You didn’t care enough.
For you dropped
My Heart
Even before
You had a good look.
And there it lay
Broken on the ground.
A million pieces
Of what was once one.
If only
You had tasted it,
You would have known,
It was all you ever needed.
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