Last Call

I hid my heart so it wouldn’t get stolen
I got an injury and now it is swollen
Can feel it throbbing though it never was open
I stored it away so it wouldn’t get broken
It’s never been loved and I’m not even joking
Now it’s getting late and the window is closing

Β© Delia Ross. 2019

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