tynisha roland


My Heart - Poem by tynisha roland

What lives here is a heart full of joy.
Never play with it because it is not a toy.

Love wants to reside here and make it home.
But how can love reside here all alone?

Make a wish they say and it shall come true.
However, nothing not even a wish could fix this heart like glue.

An unsolved puzzle with missing pieces,
With a player who never buys but leases,
My heart with no true intentions.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 13, 2015



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