Little Red Heart Poem by lilly mandrell

Some weir there heart
On there sleeve
I weir my heart
On the web of my hand
In between my thumb and index finger
Where all the world can see.

A little red heart on my hand
Makes me think of you
When ever I see it there
Only I know what it means
What you mean
To my sanity

The little red heart
is weir I want your thumb to be
When your holding my hand
But your so far away
And you don't even know
So all I have is this little red heart.