* the Heart
heart is taken for granted
it is such a delicate thing.
When someone breaks it the pieces
fall everywhere you are standing
there alone wondering how the pieces
will ever be put back together.
Some say try super glue but it only lasts
for awhile than the pieces start chipping
away again. It’s not like a jig saw puzzle where
you can make the pieces fit together and it is
becomes complete. The truth is like the things you
discover in a treasurer box you open it to find
all the good things, some bad some sad.
It can be given to keep life going in others most
Of the time the heart is to love and can’t be stolen
Copyright © Rhonda Hero Aka Hero-Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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