The Failing Heart

Posted by Brad Osborne on February 9, 2020 · 16 Comments 

 

 

I need an injection

To fight the infection

From your viral affection

That avoided detection

 

I need some potion

A tonic for the motion

To fight the seasick notion

Drowning in your love’s ocean

 

I need governor’s swift stay

To keep the executioner at bay

To survive to another day

The enchanted game you play

 

I need a great elixir

A toxic heart fixer

To remove the old fixture

And paint a different picture

 

You need to hear the word ‘no’

I won’t be used thus so

But I do not let it show

That I have nowhere else to go

 

In you, I serve no throne

And real love be rarely shown

Yet weary to the bone

It beats the being alone

 

 

 

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