My Heart Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS
My Heart
She is the wealth have I
She is the breath that keeps me going
If she stops what happens to my wealth
If she stops what happens to my breath
Collapse, illness, sorrow, pain,
Death shall my possession.
Rethink, good is nobody and nobody is bad
Depending on what you do;
Sound me not it's over
Nor she is no longer decorated.
So much i believe in her,
She is my heart, break her not.
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