Playdough Heart

My heart is made of playdough.
I put it in my hands and tried to share it with a man.
He took it and he squashed it and played with it like a toy.
But now I understand.
That my playdough heart is precious,
and that I tried to love a boy.
Written by bethanyjay (Bethany Jay)
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