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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