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Pieces of my heart – 3.
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I'd show it to anyone
Who would ask for it
I learned
It doesn’t matter if it gets hurt
If I get it back
With traces of use
It’s adjusted to that
It regenerates and heals
It has a thousands scars
Still - it beats
It gave plenty
And it’s still
Full of love
I'd show it to anyone
Who would ask for it
I learned
It doesn’t matter if it gets hurt
If I get it back
With traces of use
It’s adjusted to that
It regenerates and heals
It has a thousands scars
Still - it beats
It gave plenty
And it’s still
Full of love
Published 30th Oct 2018
Author's Note
I call this naive poetry in three parts. . .
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30th Oct 2018 6:34pm
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2nd Nov 2018 6:37pm
There is nothing naive about giving away a heart. I loved how you ended this poem.
It's not naive thing at all, yet it's impossible to give love without being naive. If you understand my point of view.:)
Thank you for your nice review, my friend.
Thank you for your nice review, my friend.
3rd Nov 2018 1:43pm
I’m glad your heart is still full of love after giving pieces of it away, and even though it was misused you’re not bitter towards others! Truly a rare quality Duchess!
