Why won’t it stop ticking
That old heart of yours?
Mine swells with love
As I long to press pause
And rewind to days
That passed with such haste
And led to this half-life
So bitterly laced
With pain when I see you
And when I don’t, guilt
That scratches and nibbles
As I wish you weren’t built
With such a strong body
Yet weakened of mind
My heart longs for freedom
From this heavy bind.
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(c) Gail Stacey 2008
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