It Won’t Go
It won’t go.
The thought of you—
It won’t leave.
My pattering heart—
It won’t stop.
My quickened breath—
It won’t slow.
Your sticking word—
It won’t blur.
The false hope—
It stabs like Death.
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It won’t go.
The thought of you—
It won’t leave.
My pattering heart—
It won’t stop.
My quickened breath—
It won’t slow.
Your sticking word—
It won’t blur.
The false hope—
It stabs like Death.