Eyes shiny with tears,
heart blistered and sore.
I remember my little heart,
sewn on the sleeve I wore.

All alone and waiting,
for a soul to come to take.
To come and love my tiny heart,
to promise it wouldn’t break.

I remember the day I saw something,
someone walked right through my door.
A figure with a tiny heart on its sleeve,
their eyes shiny, heart blistered and sore.

This day I remember was strange,
as the figure came to view.
They were looking for someone just like me,
that day I remember, I met you.

This poem was written/submitted by Leigh Lehman.