I wrote this short poem a while ago. The ending was most recent. Hope you enjoy regardless.
One day I'd like a boys heart.
or maybe I already have one,
and didn't even notice that I'm wearing it across my chest.
Maybe it peeled off, and got wet in that puddle I stepped in.
Or maybe I didn't mean to, but passed it on to some other girl whom deserves it more than me...
But I want it back, and go back to the boy who gave it to me and...
And tell him that I will be his, if he'll be mine first.
Tell him that I'd love him as long as he wanted me to.
So, what happened?
About 3 months ago, I opened my front door and a young man was there, wanting my heart.
I gave it to him willingly.
We've been loving each other unconditionally.
