Heartbroken


If I wrote an answer,
that I played on the harp
would you hear my song,
to ending from the start?

Worried as we took,
a shot straight through the dark,
as life wrote us a book,
that pulls us all apart.

Is the course still set?
Chartered for the mark?
Splendidly we've kept,
to mourn after the dark...?

Wells full of tears,
as sorrow departs.
Cry for the others,
when love is the art.

Poison of the pen,
poison of the dart,
poison my love,
has poisoned my heart.

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