21 September 2012
My heart is metal, With cranes and cranks, A common know-it-all, As tough as tanks,
My heart is deep red, Filled with passion, And building dread, From a love ration,
My heart is blue, Soft as an old plum, Too much to rue, I'm going too glum,
My heart is glass, Too easy to read , Frequently smashed, And nothing to feed,
My heart is mine, Maybe even a mix, But give it some time, And it's easily fixed.
My Heart • Opuss № I