The Healing Heart Poem by tesla blackburn

The Healing Heart

Rating: 4.5


my heart is black
a cold sack
never beats
no heats
it slowly turns red
i start thinking in my head
it begins to beat
blood became ate
it turns pink
sucks out the black ink
it begins to shine
proud it is mine

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
MuSiC HeaD 17 June 2009

this is a good one.... good job x

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