What You Do

You play my heart like a violin.
Gamble with my love like poker chips.
My heart is delicately held in suspension,
but I’m just one more for your collection.
One of many before,
and many soon to come.
So go ahead and eat your heart out hun.
Im leaving you now,
to your fun and games.
Because you're making me ill,
and for heartbreak there is no pill.





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Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 17, 2010 at 8:13 am
wow i LOVE this!!! absolutley amazing!!! what a great poem!!! awesome job and i'll hope that you will check out some of my work when you can!!! :)
 
simplysarah replied...
Jun. 20, 2010 at 9:23 am

thanks so much. (:

and ill be sure to go read some when i can.

 
Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jun. 20, 2010 at 12:41 pm
thanks!!:)
 
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