A heart I know

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By deja

My heart is a thing inside me. I never know how I will see if it is real. It is some thing that makes me feel in many different ways. When I feel love I can feel it glow. When I feel mad I can feel a volcano exploding with flames. When I feel sad it is like my whole life stop at one point then. It is a thing that controls everything in me, I can never get a way from it. It is there and will forever stay in. What can I do. If it makes those things happen then what? It is like I can never really know. Because when I feel these things it is different. So my heart is a thing inside me. And I do know it is real. It is real like the birds in the sky, trees with different leaves. Animals in the wild, kids out and about. It is the only thing that is me more than me.

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March 10, 2009 23:21deja

I love this poem and please comment if you dont have a nice one do not type.

Thanks ,Deja

March 20, 2009 01:50izzy

good job describing your different emotions, pardon the phrase, but it was very heartfelt. great job!