Play-Doh Heart

This heart of mine

stretches and bends

to fit any mold

It changes its

shape and color

to meet the needs of

each soul it comes across

This play-doh heart of mine

has been left out to dry

It's cracking and crumbling

Falling apart piece by piece

Unlike the brightly colored doh,

my play-doh heart can't be

softened and restored with water

It requires something stronger,

tonight I'll submerge it in

a bottle of Jameson

in hopes of restoring it,

if only for a moment

This play-doh heart of mine

stretches and bends to meet

everyone's needs but mine