arrow heart; bullet brain

 

Its funny, 

sometimes, 

how the

heart

&

mind

work. 

A slight

of hand, 

a trick

up the sleeve-

gone in a 

moment, 

the instant

you leave. 

Run from the 

truth

hide

under the 

covers-

or

defy the 

world

whistling

&

smiling. 

An arrow in my 

heart

for the 

bullet

through my

brain.

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