Paper Hearts

April 6, 2011
By Savannah Miller BRONZE, Bogalusa, Louisiana
Savannah Miller BRONZE, Bogalusa, Louisiana
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Pluck, Pluck
The girl pulled the petals
Off the little daisy
“He loves me;
He loves me not”
She chanted, wishing for the right answer

Step, Step
The boy walks closer
And stops her plucking on
“He loves me”

He handed her a paper heart
And said “This is my heart
And it belongs to you.”

She took the heart in her hands
And held it close to her own
His words made her smile

The downside to this story
Paper hearts always end up torn

The author's comments:
This is a narrative poem I wrote for my Creative Writing classes poetry project. Hope you enjoy it. =)

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