A pen, a pad and a hot hot day.

this is hopefully the first of many, just little ideas i jot down (the title is because the first was thought up outside trying to cool down- because today is sweltering!)

I tried to make a heart

Instead I made a hole

I tried to take a heart

But met his answerphone

I tried to break a heart

But it was not quite whole

I tried to mend a heart

And it became my own

 

(But this is no lament

of the lonely and depressed:

for they can come and go,

not all survive the test.

Instead my heart it soars

with all the birds above

for now I know the truth:

that there is always love.)

The End

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