another trite take on a Prompt. I actually wrote it as a response to my pal The Bag Lady but decided to give it some air of its own.
From the day she chose to leave
I’ve worn my heart upon my sleeve
Parading round the neighbourhood
Pretending it was looking good
I have no place for it inside
Have nowhere for it to hide
I bare my soul for all to see
Pleading for some sympathy
When first responding to the shock
I kept my heart wrapped in a sock
Then thinking that it must be dead
Left it underneath the bed
But then one night I heard its beats
So cuddled it beneath the sheets
And after it had had its way
I took it out into the day
So take my heart, it’s yours to steal
It’s genuine. It’s bloody real.
It does not function all alone
It needs to find a happy home
Perhaps these days it’s not the same
From being left out in the rain
I think for its protection that
I should keep it in my hat.
Richmond Road 
Just lovely… I was about to say “fecking lovely” but I wouldn’t want to have to appologize for my French roots 😛
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And you know how touchy about bad la gauge I am
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I know…
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And that is weird …. meant to write ‘language’ but the autocorrect went off on a French tangent
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LOL I saw that 😉 Probably wanted to wink at me… heheheh
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Yes. A Freudian wink.
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Silly autocorrect! hehehe
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really delightful!
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I really like how you showed the different phases of heartache.
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Well …. as usual, it was not meant to be taken too seriously
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Yet it works so well.
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Thankyou
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You do have a way with rhyme.
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You are very kind
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Thank you for joining us! I love the rhymes and the rhythm that those rhymes lend. I also really love the sincerity and vulnerability in this, great job!
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You are a mystery. One I enjoy reading very much.
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