The Art Of The Dart Poem by Amy Calhoun
The Art Of The Dart
It's in the past
Darling it never would have last
I loved him because he lied
All the times he made me cry
He always said 'dear I'm here'
But in the morning I opened my eyes
And he was no longer near
I gave him my all
I felt like a princess at the ball
My heart to him was just a target
His words the dart
But he made it all look like art.
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