My Heart
By Ariadne N
Published 22 September 2017
My heart has lines like twisting roads,
It is as blue as the ocean.
It’s smooth and crisp,
it sits on my window sill,
as proud as can be.
It’s special because it brings me close
To where I belong and it is as precious as gold.
It caught my eye and brought me close
As I picked it up I was tingling.
I ran it across my hand it was cold like stone,
I was calm.
Its stories are fun they take me back to my dad’s homeland,
To my family.
My heart is my heart.