There's a day you whisper
a terrible oath to your heart;
When you know the light has left his face
but you can't recall just when or why.
You tell yourself
it will come back someday
even though deep down you know
it isn't so.
Then you realize your heart
is the worst kind of weapon-
because it beats so truly,
but it has betrayed you.
A contest entry
- Excellent Options!!! Prewrites Allowed! by tigress3737.
600 points, ended August 20, 2007, 11 entries
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Good job combining several of the options into this great poem! Thank you for entering this fine piece of work!
