Our hearts get old
And worn
Paper thin
Like that ice
Fragile
Like that piece
Of paper
Wadded up
And thrown away
Our hearts get old
And worn
On sleeves
Without
No clothes
Bare backed
We ride
To slings
And arrows
What about
The mark
Hit and miss
That's not me
My heart
Is really true
Not for someone
Who wants to play
Or write
Whatever
Rules
. My Heart
Amazing!
Short and sweet, but not taken lightly
*tallsquirrelgirl* she feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS ~henry james
Thanks
People take alot of things
To lightly Imo
And then waste all kind of time
Or your life and mine
On BS