Yet another thing that looked better before I wrote it down.

[sorcyress]

So I walked to the store, because I wanted a Apple.
an Orange
and an organ.

I wanted to see what it was like
Looking at the hearts.
So I went.
And I did.
And as I stared at the hearts, some nice and soft and large
Others small and hard
I pulled my own out to look
And was confused

My heart was large
And it was soft, and clean and loving
But it had a part
Darker
and harder
like a stone, shoved into my heart.
It scared me.

An old woman came over and looked at it
and looked at me
"oh no dearie, you don't want that one.
Get one without a bruise
one which hasn't locked itself up.
That one
that ones bad
It's got love.
But no romance."
And I looked at her
And at my heart
and I left.

It's different, having this heart
Having love
love for people, love for those who amaze me
love for my families and friends
yet no romance
and no way to get any
for my heart is scarred.
and therefore
I am alone.
And will stay there.

Stephanie, please don't hate me for writing this. I thought your was so clever and interesting and i just wanted to see if I could play with the concept, and try and put my own spin on it.

I don't know if I did it very well.

For everyone, go here to read the original poem.

It's much better then mine.

~Sorceress

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