Play with my head
But please don't play with my heart
It's the only thing I have left
That hasn't been broken or torn apart
It's heavily guarded
And laced with babred wire
It's been bruised and bumped
But it still pumps, and as
Long as it's there treat it with care
I really don't need to put it in repair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..playing with heart is not good at all......well penned.........10