My Heart
It's hard to put into words how I see myself
You can lie to others
But not to yourself
You cannot measure self-worth in a mirror or on a scale
It cannot be bought or be for sale
If I had to choose an aspect of myself to be proud of
It would be my heart
It's not just blood that passes through it
It's the love I show others
That gets me to it
Its the path to my soul
It will not let me down
From my first fall when my pride was broken
To my first love when my heart was the token
To helping a friend I did not think I could
When doing what is right when I think I should
My heart is endless
No walls to bind
No rules
No boundaries
Just loves divine
No words to kind
No deeds undone
No expectations
My HEART has won!
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