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Lonely Hearts (M.P.Bridger)Be gentle please, My heart bruises but does not bounce, Though my ego will bounce back, Slapping my critics in the face And laughing at their presumption That I have feelings,that I can be hurt. But then the ego is a funny thing. We all have them,however big or small. They keep us going when we're down And serve our hearts as a chain mail vest, Deflecting cupid's arrows at an alarming rate. I don't want much, The perfect woman will do. Failing that I'll settle for someone With a heart and brains enough To speak while they're talking. Someone who likes my spirit well enough Not to crush it and place it in her handbag. That's all. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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