Big old heart
I got myself a big old heart.I bought it on the market sale.
We got off to a great, big start,
me and my heart.
I felt things I never felt before.
Joy, laughter and love.
My heart made me warm to the core,
just before it made me sore.
I soon found out
that hearts are fragile things.
The hardest thing is doubt,
which unfortunately everything is about.
Doubt led me to despair.
My heart turned black and cold.
I was alone and bare,
without anyones love or care.
My heart showed me ache.
But with a little time passing by,
I found that despair was kind of easy to take,
without even having to fake.
Because my big old heart
soon turned red and warm once more.
The beauty of love - another start,
for me and my heart.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2005-08-17 at 01:01
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