The Target Poem by Phil Soar

The Target



The target on my back, an invitation
For someone to infiltrate my emotions
Taking every thought I have and exploiting me
Tearing my heart apart
Plundering my mind
Hurting my feelings
Not hesitating to destroy my dreams
Then leaving without looking back
Departing having hit the bullseye

Thursday, May 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,love,love and dreams
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