I untie your heart as if it was a porcelain doll’s shoe…
The laces that were once tied neatly in a bow
Are now tangled in a knot
Feelings, memories, and pain make up the tiny strands that are within the laces
Reaching my hands in I disentangle all that I can grasp
I tie your heart back into a bow
But it is far from perfect, not even fully tied…
That is where I come in, where my laces tie themselves to yours
Every strand connects to you
For what would be a porcelain doll without two shoes with two bows
And a girl who ties her doll’s laces together?
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