play thingA Poem by luvivathis is about hearts... boys dont treat gals hearts like play toys..its bound to be a play thing. depending on what you decide its you to make that decision
And the degree of accuracy or the extent to which it is used, will entirely depend on who you entrust your heart to.
mine is a heart, not a "play thing" i entrusted it to him, the first of all the possible people who could ever own ma heart. but he played with it thought it was a toy! thought he would own it 4ever not knowing that i still owned the power to withdraw.
En when i took it away... He cried like a baby who has just lost their favourite toy... he didn't realise how much he would miss it.
but the only difference was that mine was a heart and it was bound to remain like that. i protect it with the strongest armour... i dont wanna have a hole in the place of a heart.! no body is ever gonna play with it.
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4 Reviews Added on November 16, 2012 Last Updated on November 16, 2012 AuthorluvivaKENT, Gillingham , United KingdomAboutI am me... but further more, I am fundraising for TEARFUND a christian charity organisation working with local churches in deprived areas to create everlasting change. TEARFUND has patterned with .. more..Writing
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