Like a potsherd

krukskarva_26

 

 

 

Your kindness
brought me home again.
But was it love?

You picked me up and
throw me back, as I was
nothing but a potsherd
to find and leave behind.

But I had a crush on you,
and now I’m crushed for
my silly feelings in vain,
and the humiliation to
got them revealed.

But is it love?

——–

White rose in front of white background

White rose in front of white background

 

 

 

(…check up my earlier post 1 October 2012 “I’m nothing but a potsherd in your hand”…)

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