Life Is An Emotional Biopsy
 by Teri Sharp
Life is an emotional biopsy,
But diagnosis is not it's goal.
Slice after slice is removed from the heart,
Leaving an endless black hate,
Which no one can see from the outside.
Once you care, it's already too late -
You've reached the point of no return;
Emotional cancer - deliberate, or fate?
My lover was such a skilled surgeon,
I was anesthetized because I loved;
Never feeling my heart be dissected,
My emotions torn and shoved,
Until I awoke one day unable to feel,
Is life dead, or am I dreaming?
Those who don't know, can't see past my smile,
But, inside, my soul is screaming.
Such a loving touch my surgeon had,
With love's scalpel so cruel;
No payment is due for this excision of love -
My soul is dead - mark me "Paid in Full." |
