Needles, Scalpels, and other forms of Love

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    Needles, Scalpels, and other forms of Love

    I don't think you'll ever be mine
    The scars run too deeply this time
    And there's no doctor who can fix this
    We musnt go in too close to the heart
    Many have tried, it could tear her apart
    But I can't believe she's a lost cause
    She's not dead yet, I'm going in anyway
    Shake your heads all you want
    We have a different opinion today
    Be careful of the main artery!
    Sweat dripping, hands shaking
    I'm close, I gotta be
    This isn't a wound to be operated on they cry
    Ignoring their rants as time ticks by
    I think we're making progress
    Emergency, everything's spiking,
    Now everything's dropping
    He's losing the girl
    Frantic and screaming, help me revive her
    The others shake their heads, she's gone for sure
    Flatline
    Keep trying
    Flatline
    Keep trying
    Flatline...

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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    wordsunspoken’s Poems (11)

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    Needles, Scalpels, and other forms of Love 0
    Torn Me Apart 2
    Lost 0
    Blur 0
    One 0
    Dreaming 0
    The Weight of the World 2
    Choices 0
    What You've Done 3
    Memory 0
    Misconception 1