Heart 4 Sale

I hold up a sign
No it isn't a joke
I have a heart to sell
Before it gets broke

Its brittle and faded
Not the brightest red I've seen
It's been through a lot
You know what I mean

I'm sure if you took it
Treated it with care
You might still see
Some of the love once there

Hurry now please
It's a small price to pay
It's no use to me
Perhaps I should give it away

~THE FLOWING PEN~
1-3-04

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