Panagiota Romios Poet Couplet

Unbreakable Heart

   Go ahead, make my day!
   Try and crush me if you can.
   I see it as child's play!
   Those that tried, only encouraged me.
   Heartbreak is not my reality!
   
   
   It's the springboard for me to fly,
   In transformational directions.
   New love is my desired projection.
   I don't need coddling protection.
   
     
    This is when, I am at by very best.
    Let's see~if you can pass my test.



                 1/24/2021
                      ~2~

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Tom Cunningham January 25, 2021 at 12:21 AM Its the only way to be, once bitten but you bounce back stronger and stronger. Tom Panagiota Romios January 25, 2021 at 9:41 AM Tom, I must be a beach ball. ))) Bites? I have tons...so what! Telling the truth guarantees lots of bites.....also, people run from your side. They prefer to be coddled and tickled. Poet friends of true soul are forever around. Bless them. Pangie

Edward Ibeh January 24, 2021 at 1:54 PM I like how you started your first stanza! Dirty Harriet? Teeheehee. Wonderful poem, Panagiota:-) Panagiota Romios January 24, 2021 at 2:06 PM Edward~ great to see you! You are a riot! "Dirty Harriette,"you Killed me with laughter on that one! In all humility, I too, liked this poem. Thank you, Panagiota PS..and indeed an Eastwood fan!

Darlene De Beaulieu January 24, 2021 at 12:06 PM Hello Panagiota, Some of us are stronger than others. Hugs Darlene xx Darlene De Beaulieu January 25, 2021 at 10:03 AM Hello Panagiota, yes you have to be loving to be loved. i agree. You are welcome. Darlene xx Panagiota Romios January 24, 2021 at 1:59 PM Right on Darlene! Some people, sadly, get more attention by being the victim at the hands of a cruel mate. They wait for Love to come the them. No pass. You have to be loving to be loved. Stories of old loves are yesterday's newspapers. Nobody cares! Thank you Pangie xx