Heart

Someone will have to clean this mess,
I need to speak with someone in charge,
my hearts on the floor,
and I don't know how to use a broom.

No one has a broom?
to help me take charge,
collecting whats on the floor,
thats became one big mess.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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