If You are lucky and I give you my heart,
Take care of it; don't rip it apart,
It's made of crystal and had been hurt before,
I'm hoping you'll bring it pain no more.
The pieces are tiny but they add up together,
The glue is still setting but wont be forever,
It is made of crystal so handle with care,
Protect it and love it, cause it no despair.
My heart is made of crystal but feels like glass,
It's hurt really easily can't give it a bypass,
There's no other way to remend if it breaks,
I hand it to lads who turn out as mistakes.
I'm ready to give it to one special guy,
Who I know will be the apple of my eye,
So when he gets it I'll give it with ease,
Be careful with my crystal heart, please.
Vicki Wroe, 17(C)
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