I WANTED TO SELL MY HEART

I wanted to sell my heart,

Outside of my home, 

On the other side of the lane,

Where the old woman sits,

To sell plastic dolls and toy planes.

From morning to night,

I could sit on these tiles,

Asking people passing by,

"One heart is on sale

Would you like to try..?"

From my heart to the dolls,

They will inspect all.

And will choose the doll.

"I already have enough pain,

No need of new heart, not at all."

Soon I realised

Everyone is in pain.

Smiling faces,

But inside burning insane.

I'd treat all hearts,

I found a nation.

Should write something,

That could work as a potion.

I picked up my heart

And left for home.

Instead of selling heart

Now I write poems.