Wire Angel
#household - trinket
This treasure that I cradle,
Bent and with its stains. Means so little to so many,
Yet within my heart remains. Bracelet from a dear friend
Broke beyond repair.
A Plethora of Tears
There in her beautiful, pale hands, was the diary he gave her the first time they went out seven years ago. She held his right hand tightly, and handed it to him on his left. After that she spoke.
Trinket
It doesn't mean anything to anyone,
Trinket on my table, easily outdone,
It is disposable,
Not notable,
Unquotable,
Yet, to me,
Emotional,
You gave this to me,
No great thought to see,
A...