Daft
The ever beating of my heart,
shields me from your words,
and helps me ignore your pain
Forcing my emotions inwards,
to protect myself from your name,
etching,
in the corner of my mind,
throwing me into deeper darkness,
crushing,
brusing my agenda,
with the unholy taste of tartness
My ever beating heart,
will remind me until the end,
that I ended before the start,
and that I ruined the chance to begin again
7/16/02
©Hannahlore Starr
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