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 © Dina Scalia | Year Posted 2011
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