My Heart

I wear my heart on my sleeve

It has light armour around it buts still there

I give without thinking

I always have an open door

But  i feel they always need more

I dont ask for anything in return 

Still i care

i share

With very little thanks

I am who i am

doing what i do time and again
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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