like scraps of paper, acting like
you do not care whether the hands
that received it will keep it or throw it away.
All the love comes pouring out of your heart,
leaking through the unnoticeable
cracks and holes on it.
You kept on walking,
kept on handing it out as your eyes
anxiously searched for the one that
will curl its fingers around it.
You didn't see me walking behind you,
picking up all these scraps of paper
they've thrown away,
hopelessly wishing that you'd stop for awhile
just to let me in.
To let me into the warmth of you
as I try to patch the cracks and holes
with all of these scraps of paper
I've been picking around the town
while following you around.
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