Your Heart Is My Home

Some hearts are diamonds

Some are just stones

Some are brave like lions

Some are just cat-clones

Yours is a kind of its own

Some hearts are fighters

Some are scared of spiders

Some are amazing writers

Some are not even readers

Yours is a kind of its own

Some hearts are flowers

Some are just thorns

Some are love showers

Some are hatred storms

Yours is a kind of its own

Some hearts are bright stars

Some are just dark scars

Some prefer Porsche cars

Some love the pinto you are

Yours is a kind of its own

Some hearts are honest and true

Some are as fake as jokes

Some will always be with you

Some will leave you like smokes

Yours is a kind of its own 

-Edwin Onyango