Marcus Lane · Feb 15, 2010
Heart Attack

With surgical precision
You perfected the incision
Of that poison-tipped tongue,
Like a dart.

My crippling indecision
Was slashed with cold derision,
Till self-belief was wrung
From my heart.

© Marcus Lane 2010
 
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