Frankenstein Heart
Can you tell which way the wind blows
An echo always knows
What needed to be said
Ringing still , in your head
Pain rain nothing left to gain
All left a stain
Beauty gets tainted
Painted
All fades with each tick of a clock.
Hearts close and lock
Hide that key
Let no one see
My Frankenstein heart
stitched carefully,
But unsure if it can or will , restart
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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