The Way I Am(at times)

This dnt belong to me,all rights,copywrights,w.e go to my friend Karen(whose a bomb poetry writer I might add)

TheHEART

yu hand out yur heart like free lemonaide on a hot dayand they all take it and wen they drink it and walk awayyu want em to stay buh they leave anywaysand then yu cry for them to come bakqto ask for more buh they never doo .you put yurself out thereand then yu qo to farand now yur drowninq in tearsjust waitinq for that one person to come backthats wah yu qet for wearinq yur heart on yur sleeve .

The only reason I put this is because of the freakishly true similarity to my pathetic(i really dnt mean that,i'm just mad and sad) ass at the moment,and all the time. Oh will I ever learn? feel free to criticize ppl!