You shot a dart
Through my heart
And now I bleed
But my blood isn't the viscosity
That it seems
It's thicker
And less quicker
It's multi-colored dark
Not red alone
Ever since you hung up the phone
I feel my entire future blown
I'm downtrodden, sad
Full of despair
The things I used to live for and love
I know longer care
About-
face I will
But it will take time
But don't put it passed me
My future's divine
I bleed melted crayons
From brokenness will come peace
I'll piece myself back together
Forever not deceased
From the brokenness of my heart
Will flow forth the most beautiful of all art
Latest release: Inner Piece: Decluttering a Soul. Also by Gila: Pandemic Poetry, She Pooped, I'm Pooped!: Motherhood Year One, First Comes Self-Love, Then Comes Marriage, and The Roadmap Ends Here: Entering Adulthood.
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