Sunday, June 30, 2013

CPR



Why do you nurse
A broken heart?
She asked.

Is there a reason
Your words are always sad?

You're too young
To feel the way
You say you do.

Forget the fools
You aren't mad.

You shouldn't hide
From the tides
Of fate like this.

You needn't worry
About risking a chance.

You miss every one
Of the shots
You don't take.

Let me remind you
How to dance.

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