My Heart

My Heart short poem

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Here I Am Again In This Same Predicament.

Maybe I Need Some Self Improvement,

Because When It Comes To Relationships I’m Always Picking

The Wrong Type Of Guys.

You Know, The Ones That’s Always Cheating And Telling Lies.

I Want To Find A Good Man But I’m Afraid Of Being Hurt


God Knows I’m So Tired Of Getting My heart Broken.

I’m So Sick Of Guys Telling Me They Love Me, Just So They Can

Get In My Pants,

But If I Want To Find The One, I Gotta Take A Chance.

But Is They Such A Thing As A Soulmate?

And Why Is It That In The Beginning Of A Relationship Things

Go Great?

But Then A Couple Of Months, Later Things Go Bad,

And Then You Find Yourself Lonely And Sad.

Maybe I Need To Pray To God, And Ask Him To Send Me

Someone Attractive And Smart.

I Don’t Know If I Would Ever Find The One, But I Hope The

Next Guy I Be With Don’t Break My Heart.

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