Hearts Poem by Angelica Adams

Hearts



Hearts of gold,
Hearts of silver.
Hearts that love,
Hearts that hate.

They hurt,
They cry.
They love,
They die.

They get confuzed,
About how they feel.
They learn to lie,
So they get by.

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