Toys and Play

by Amy Hernandez   Jul 5, 2007


So when it's done to us,
we hate it ever so.
And yet we get through it.
The heart's a toy.
Sometimes its fun,
To return play,
And play his heart,
Like he plays mine.

But when it's done to us,
we hate it ever so.
And yet,
We do it too.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Kris

    VERY GOOD!

  • 17 years ago

    by Beth

    It's so true.

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