Here is a heart.


Here is a heart, I made it for you
I wrapped it all up and tied a pretty bow,
Blended it up while it ran through my soul
Pressed it all out and then made it whole

Here is a heart, I made it for you
With me no surprise just a fancy little mold
A tiny time out and an eagle shaken ego
It used to be black, since then it's turned gold

Here is a heart, I made it for you
Make sure to play nice and never let it go
Don't carve and don't bite, I heard you did so
Just cover with love and bring close to your hold

Here is a heart, I made it for you
I don't want it back it's all battered and bruised
The one before now left it all used
Now it's all yours, so take it.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Aww you made me a heart?? <3 Thank you honey!
Very nice.
Keep writing!!!!!!
I love your poems!
May 28, 2010 at 6:30 AM
Rathi said…
U definitely deserve the Versatile blogger award... Kudos
May 28, 2010 at 10:35 AM
Fireblossom said…
That last line almost sounds a little threatening!
May 29, 2010 at 5:54 AM
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