I Wonder If I Still Have Your Heart

by Maridoodle
(Connecticut)

I could write a better poem
But I'm so tired of these restrictions 
These rules you have to face 
Every time there's any friction 

And I'm so tired of this world 
This is me--so much boredom 
And I'm so tired of wishing
I hadn't stacked those hearts in whoredom 

If I said it once, I said it twice 
My end has come not once, but thrice 
I wish my wish would just come true
So I can finally get over you