Give Me Back My Heart

Give Me Back My Heart short poem

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If you can’t give me your full attention
Then I don’t want you in my life at all
I don’t want to hear any more of your
Lies and no I do not want to see you
Tonight or answer your call just Give Me
Back My Heart and let me make a brand
New start…go on now and find someone
Else who doesn’t care if you tear them
Down and will not accept them for who
They are for I will not play your game
And they’ll be no more tears in the dark
‘Cuz thus far you’ve proven you can not
Keep your promises to me so go on, just
Go on and find someone as sorry as you
Are and Give Me, Give Me Back My Heart!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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