my heart

My heart
My heart...my heart...my heart
My litle friendly heart
My bleeding painfull heart
My hurting sobbing heart
My greatfull loving heart
My heart thats filled with trust
My joyfull krazy heart
My heart that always loves
my heart thats krazy in love
My peacefull amazing heart
my heart will never rust
you can tell from the looks of its crust
The crust...the crust...the crust of my heart
My crust will never rust
Because it has that touch...that touch...that golden touch
my golden glowing heart
my heart that always loves
That loves...that loves...that loves

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There's a sad smile at the end of this poem.. it seems to be calling out for someone to read, to focus, to listen.. And oh my, how wonderful that 'golden glowing heart' - in fact that short phrase is the heart of your poem.