Last Call

micropoetry, PoeEternal, poetry, Writing 0 Minutes

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

© Delia Ross. 2019

Published by PoeEternal (Delia)

Some people want diamonds, while others want cars. I want a galaxy named after me, and my footprint on Mars!

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