Poem: My Heart

by Akeem

The heart is a house for many things
sometimes it overworks to take life all in
the choices we make affect it in a good or bad way
to heck with it all I say
sometimes I wish I could just go away or
maybe disappear to make my heart better
oh how I long for the day when the repair man
tapes my heart together again when
and maybe I will come to a happy end