• anetita 6w

    A Promise

    I'll be the hammer and chisel,
    Chipping tirelessly at your hardened heart,
    Until the stones begin to crumble,
    And its frozen shell falls apart.

    Your polite request: "Be gentle with me."
    I know you've been hurt before.
    Perhaps the heavens sent me along,
    To help settle the score.

    I'll cradle your heart as my own,
    With a feather-light touch.
    For you are,
    And forever will be,
    More than enough.