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My heart is too big.

My heart is too big.

My heart is too big,
Love is overrated,
So why am I so sad when it's not reciprocated?

Why should I care?
Why should I share?
When all of my caring and sharing gets me nowhere

My heart is too big,
Perhaps it is broken.
Forever leaving me vulnerable and open.

Why do I care?
Why do I crave,
The love of another to cherish and save?

My heart is too big,
Gathering dust on the shelf.
So I might as well use it to love myself.

 

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Valerie Beasley...

Rian!  This is a wonderful write.  A big heart is meant to "love large".  That kind of love should be given to one who is deserving.  I have no doubt that the opportunity to share love is racing toward you!

val

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Brian Stones

WOW! Thank you for such a beautiful and positive comment Val.  I couldn't have wished for a better first comment on my first ever poem submitted. Many many thanks indeed.

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Tracy Timothy

love that brian ! i totaly agree with every word couldnt have put it better myself 
mines too big also x hurtful when it dont get ya nowhere ??

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Brian Stones

Thanks Tracy.  Yes, it hurts terribly when someone you truly love doesn't feel the same way. I found it therapeutic to put that feeling into a poem. Albeit sad, I'm glad people are enjoying reading it. 

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