911
My heart's under attack
Breath coming short
Pain storms the fort
Pulse out of line
Running on decline
Love picked the lock
Then shattered the clock
Sweet little lies
Wearing blue skies
Soft spoken art
Targeted my heart
Dispatch
Move fast
I don't think I'll last
Grief's in the hall
Watching me fall
Regret's by the door
Wanting much more
The damage was smart
It studied my heart
It tore me apart
Then left in the dark
But hear me say
Before I fade away
The attack hit hard
Left every scar
It stole my peace
But not my heartbeat
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
Clever Anthony and nicely executed. All heart attacks don't need to be bad.
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