Your Shards Poem by Dead Ducky
Your Shards
I'm sorry,
I don't have much to give you.
I don't have much money,
Or own much of anything.
I would give you my heart,
If I had one.
It's been broken so many times,
That it is no longer a heart,
More like shards of glass.
If I give you my shards,
Will you fix it?
Try to peace it back together?
Please take my shards,
I don't want them.
They are yours now,
Your shards.
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8/28/2026 4:23:25 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I love this! Great job!