Me and the Doctor....
Doc: "Come here, Davin. Take a seat, and tell me where it hurts"
Me: "It's my heart I think it's stopped...it flutters and it spurts"
Doc: "Why is that? What has happened? Do you know the reason?"
Me: "I'd hope you tell me, Doc, for sure, but I think it's treason"
Doc: "Ah, you let someone else hold it, and you think it might have broke?"
Me: "She left me, Doc, unfair and square, I feel like a stupid joke"
Doc: "You sure the strain came all from her? Sure it's not your fault?"
Me: "I might have opened up a wound, but she has poured the salt"
Doc: "Next time don't push it so hard, hearts can crack under the strain"
Me: "Without her I am just unsure of what's left to keep me sane"
Doc: "That will better heal with time. Taken anyone to help endure?"
Me: "I do know of a painkiller or two, but I just haven't been sure"
Me: "Everytime I open up, and try to take one in..."
Me: "My heart convulses, stirs awake, and then my blood runs thin"
Doc: "It seems your heart's been pierced a bit in places it might wilt"
Doc: "A small incision, here and there, and we'll remove some guilt"
Me: "I want someone to confess their love, say that they'll be near"
Doc: "I dose of fo-be-ano-fyl, to take away the fear..."
Me: "The one that left...I still want to tear her body apart"
Doc: "It's natural to think with your d**k, and thus ignore the heart"
Me: "But if she goes away completely, it'll be the end of me"
Doc: "Surgery is difficult when wounds hook in, you see..."
Doc: "Your arteries are clogged, blockages of doubt will stop the flow..."
Doc: "Without a chance to vent, my friend, your heart cannot let go"
Me: "So surgery and patience is all I can do to cope?"
Doc: "Life is full of chances, boy. All I can prescribe is hope."
Doc: "You've got lots of time to figure it out, Davin, you're still a kid..."
Doc: "And no one's died of broken heart"
Me: "...They just wish they did..."
(Forgive me, if this offends anyone or seems a bit tragic. Poetry is, as always, one of the ultimate forms of expression and release. It is not a toy to abuse for amusement, but a tool of the heart and soul. This was not so much personal as just a chance to express and release. Reading between lines does not necessarily reflect the will of the author. Thank you /disclaimer)
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