A Heart
Some think a heart is just a shape
Others think it something to broken
Further explanation is not to be spoken.
Some think a heart is blue
That doesn’t mean they cant love you.
Our love is smart, intelligent, sweet, and kind.
You’ve always held be heart as if its fragile.
Now aint that divine?
Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Lovesick | 2 | 07/28/2010 |
| R.I.P (I Thought You Were Dead) | 5 | 07/28/2010 |
| Perspective Of A Murderer | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| What's To Gain, Besides The Pain | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Do Your Own Thing | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Over | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Meaning Of Glamour | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| Keep On | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Dirty Socks | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| The Adventures Of A Child | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Little House On The Prarie | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Puberty | 1 | 07/28/2010 |
| A Heart | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| Life Poem | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
| W.A.B (Will Always Be) | 0 | 07/28/2010 |
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