My heart

Like a child

Searching for her favourite

Doll,

Wiggling and miserably,

Moaning

And complaining,

Meanwhile,

Finding a lot of other things,

That fail to make her happy,

She settles on the ground,

And stomps her bare feet,

In agony,

And exasperatiom,

That’s my heart without you.
By sunaina majees

U. Magazine

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