Dark Heart
The pain is back; feeble heart.
I can feel myself sinking into my dark art.
Hand me a life jacket or tear me apart with a single sentence.
To me you are only a thing of non-consequence.
All people are, is driving in their cars.
I’ve travelled far, but never left my star.
Hollywood drive, I have arrived;
Paint by number movies, oh how we laughed and we cried.
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Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2022
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