My Little Book of Poetry

Pieces of My Heart

It's hard to have a big heart

Because everyone wants a piece

I slice paper-thin,

for everyone else's needs

Sometimes its given willingly or stolen by a thief

I give my heart away each day to satisfy and feed

Those who need it more than me

I give pieces to my best friends

So they can power through

and in times of trouble

I tend to give them two

I give it all away

Til there's nothing is left

But no need to despair

I live to give my heart away

To those who need it most

But they are often parasites

And I become their permanent host